IMAGES
Joyce Carbone
Of memory or fantasy
without expectations
enliven these lonely days&nights.
Savored warmth
is now the calm significance of silence.
A raised eyebrow,
that come hither glance,
laughter turned breathless by surprise,
the cool shivery flesh pimpled
as shoulders huddle closer,
touch, as we hug the sparking fire.
Minor things?
Created epiphanies.
Lightning bolts flashing images
to blind my eyes
against the brillance
so uncaring so unemotional
as sun speeds across the sky
warming this day.
