By Fabrice Poussin
It is a mysterious
language hovering above the two
still as if at a loss
for words, they read sounds
written upon the ether
of the world they see.
A sign of a small
pleasure like a tsunami
changes him in all his
fibers to make him new
the scents of her
breath dance before his eyes.
Caressing his brow with
a delicate kiss
he lets her into the
tale of his hours
her insides share in
the passion of the day.
In the vacuum of
eternal seconds they plunge
into the oceans of
serene blues and greens
swimming to the
recollection of a first contact.
They know not to speak, no sound exists
but for the symphony of
a perpetual waltz
as two souls fuse in
delightful harmony.
About the author:
Poussin is a professor of French and World Literature. His work in poetry and
photography has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and hundreds of
other publications worldwide. Most recently, his collections In Absentia, and
If I Had a Gun, Half Past Life were published in 2021, 2022, and 2023 by Silver
Bow Publishing.
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