The Last Train

I want to talk with casual grace
with the strutting syncopation
of a bullfighter’s fandango
with all the swirl and flare of scarlet capes
against the blue bleached sky of open arenas

I want to touch you with words
until the sound erupts against you body
like foam tumbled waves
to startle and stay your eyes
a moment longer than might be proper
to lower your eyelids in the thrilling blush
of suspended confrontation

but the curse of failing time
brings blotched and bothered words
eroding the tongue tied minute
with babble and fret
a flustered fracture of the English language
sprawling unconscious in a feckless fray of punctuation

to catch your attention
to delay departure
to parry the gaping silence
I storm and stutter
in the holy hollow of my words

Then in the noise and bluster
the whistles and flags of imminent wheels
I kiss the raindrop rim of diamond from your eyes

And say nothing

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  • Vesna *
    Vesna *over 3 years ago

    I can feel those foam tumbled waves…

    what a magnificent way to say nothing

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 3 years ago

    Your wordology is sublime in this prose
    I read this a few times and it’s nearly better than chocolate to consume ;o) … came a very close mind you!
    You have a unique way with words which I very much enjoy.

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestover 3 years ago

    I figure you will figure my typo out…

  • Avalone
    Avaloneover 3 years ago

    beautiful x

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