multicolor abstract, from Pixabay
Secret
It can never be told, written, heard
tending to a light brush of a fearful sense
swirling in an invisible waltz of gentle stars.
A soft curve is felt in a dimension private
a smile strives to find a moment’s rest
upon the firm of warm crimson fibers.
It is a single aim to fill an eternity of pleas
a wish to slide on the cozy slopes of a dream
where hard rains are a constant blessing.
Calling infinite particles to answer the prayer
pull the pieces of a throbbing puzzle together
melting within the portrait of the newborn muse.
A poet long ago created the fantastic encounter
so brief its memory carried the universe along
and today I swim in the torrents of the creature.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
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