A Simple Wish

 

the stem of her glass

a luminous, vertical arc

much the same as the line

that sweeps, glides

leads this lesser god

to another Calvary

 I trace, follow

from heel to shoulder

a river song (a child hears)

where the willow bends

and desire streams

don’t doubt it mate

just as the song is the thing

so too her  complexion

complex, unfathomable

of lascivious disposition

though still in first bloom

primavera – rites of spring

will invite the tide

give rise to indigo

is there anything more blue

than this place ?

her glass – my drowning wish

to drink from the sponge

but Christ the river’s dry

©Orion Foote, June ,2016

2 thoughts on “”

  1. Evocative…I like your word usage: Calvary, vertical arc etc. and also your closing line here that really projects the desire.

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