Miasma

The most beautiful thing I’ve seen
(Recently)
Were your hands clutching the paper
That held the words you were about to sing,
While smoky chemical tendrils grasped my blood
And moved through my veins
At a speed reserved for adrenaline or ‘love’.
There was something beautiful in the way you shook,
Like suddenly every difference between us
Was flattened like the sea,
Because I know that my hands would have mirrored yours,
Were our roles replaced and places took,
Like fluttering doves through hot thick air,
Sleepy eyes waiting for magic to appear.
I held my gaze to you as much as I could, smiling,
Feeling the shortness of the moment. You didn’t speak for long,
But when you were done there was something else floating
In the indoor miasma of bands and drinks and immeasurable unreadable substance
That made me want to reach out and touch you again,
Clasp that shaking hand and say that in some ways we are the same,
And in others I wish we could reconcile;
But that’s for another moment, another time,
For now I feel young and unimportant
I am young and out of time.

Miasma

kossimarsalsa

Oak Park, Australia

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Artist's Description

Written to make myself feel better yesterday morning; a recollection of an outing.

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s-a

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