August 4, 2008

flowers







the lack of words
the likes a plenty
made them previous efforts
pure banality

the time was right, the air was hot
he was running on instincts
she just knew
I spied

the lovers sparing kisses
one loud moan and they stand still
like frogs on natgeo
and I stand still

a boy turning a girl into a woman
a flower in full bloom
another girl becoming aware
she is another flower in the distance

no moral and no adverbs
the rocking and the splashing
and they stand still and my hands fly
one flower, two flowers

in full bloom


audrey villisac (Indianapolis, IN, 1988)

1 comments:

david said...

nice, bold and very suggestive, never being too explicit. it leaves a lot to the imagination, which is what good literature always does.