Flavescent
By Kevin. J. Nolan
A colourable moon perspires down
on a foreign country.
A road surrounds an Anglican church;
the door swings open and a distant high pitched sound gets higher.
The air is wet with Ave Marias: a solitary singer, searchingly fingers her soul and moans low while city foxes dash by dizzy and wild-eyed with questioning snouts.
Sitting near on footpath
are two people, in love, smiling at each other, knowing each other emphatically.
In one beats a heart:
it’s drawers swing open and shut in slow motion, catch imaginary snowflakes, which melt and leak down to collect in the swells of her eyes
opening like butterflies
The others heart
is wet with vitality, desperate in it’s countenance
opening and reaching out to her like a legousia flower to the heat
of flavescent moonlight.
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