Blackberry Winter: A Poem

Blackberry Winter

Your grin is electric, glaring orb
Glowing brazenly against night
In an expanse of defiance, delight.
When you laugh
It is poison dripping down your face
And pooling on the ground
And soaking into earth,
Nectar into sponge,
And I love the sound
As it extends toxic roots
Into the compartments and cavities
That hide underfoot.
And when you walk,
Vines tangle out of your path,
Life trails behind you
In slavish adoration,
You are monarch of the blossoms
That hang from limbs and twigs,
The variegation turns
And dances at your delicate arm.
Your face is pure charm,
A smile with more light than grace,
Brow arched artless,
Eyes an emerald embrace
And a mouth that, typically down-turned,
Now tips up and, part-crooked, beguiles.
Your limber hands brush air
Like paint on canvas,
Color seeming to appear
At the faintest brush of fingertip,
And from your reed-thin bones
Rose-blooms burst,
And quench thirst
With the glinting rush of spring
That flows in stream from your touch.
And your voice is like a bird,
Fluttering and fumbling,
Uneven and absurd,
Words jumbled and tumbling
And tripping over wings too broad,
Though not a fault is found
As lissomeness abounds
From broken lips
That speak in broken spell.
Your lithe laugh
And balletic walk
Provoke the blackberry winter
To show its graceless face,
Your hypnotic fingers
Drawing forth the splinters
Of rarest lamplight from Lesath.

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Blackberry Winter: A Poem

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