The Bookmark

i am a tattered bookmark

nestling between feathered pages

the best time of your day you say

with coveted book, to read in stages

..

but alone in the light of day

to leave this worded catacomb

i’ll edge away from threaded spine

seeking freedom from paper home

..

so many of your transient reads

have evoked smiles…private tears

i’ve watched them come and go

i the constant,through the years

..

but these pages are not my friends

they constrict with musty damp

so rest me on your bed time lap

there us both, by oiled lamp

The scent of morning

you are succulent, sublime

a titillating triumph

worthy of rhyme

presented to bewildered senses

..

oh, if i could but breathe you

..

but your scent has been lifted

in flagrant defiance to my need

a fragrance deified with floral emollients

into a crystal vial

lush, concentrated

tucked under Raziel’s wing

contents sealed, angel warmed

to wait

until our empyrean dawn

..

for, on that day

mere misted drops of you

melding with the amber morn

shall rhapsodize

such a horizon resplendent

with dawn’s resonant sighs

 

Vinyl

 

placed on the platter

i reach for your tonearm

..

i’m your one hit wonder baby

i’ll spin faster, frantic maybe

 

in low light, dimly see

label blurred

giddy guarantee

when you play me

r.p.m 33

 

 

..

eyes closed, now listen

every lubricious line

Carla Bruni style, soft gasp

honeysuckle ooze, sublime

..

diamond stylus tips my grooves

undulating, rise my moves

do you like what you hear?

close your eyes…

hum me near

 

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before streaming, before CDs …. the raw analogue imperfection of a vinyl record spinning on a turntable. Tonearm, platter, stylus are all turntable components.

Image courtesy of Google.

Simulacrum

share a photograph of yourself

choose with care and send it to me

so that I may have you frozen in time

the you, that you were, before we

 

tint it with saturated tone

accentuate with overtly bright

label it “when i sought alone”

dazzle my inquisitive sight

 

perhaps a more whimsical take

with a backdrop of bliss-ed bokeh

RAW file, watermarked – not a fake

untouched, entirely you on display

 

and if offered as muted capture

a sepia tinged daguerreotype

i’ll hold with trembling fingers

as memento

your beloved archetype

 

 

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bokeh is the pleasing or aesthetic quality of out-of-focus blur in a photograph.