An Echo
Tonight I found something From the blood rushing to rouge Almost inactive capillaries And make cheekbones remember warmth That I have often forgotten to colour With the timed tenderness of timid lips and the soft graces that only a sober excitement seems to both steady and waver the mind of an otherwise sound and straight worded scion and gentle student of this frail condition
Tonight I found a smile that I did not recognise one that I have faint recollection of from a past strained in rememberance through the words of a man that I don't quite recognise.
The Earth turns and falls down and I have felt the dancing orbs of distant Jovian moons and the dusty rings weaving tendrils about many a galactic cluster but tonight I found the red that bursts -jubilant- before nebulae are born in the rhythm of an ocean precociously petalled by a night-dream and a neckline by a sparking sun and the olive skin it's kissed by the mantric hum of a celestial archer's bow and the tranquil closing of deep honey eyes
Tonight I found something in the abyss of myself echoed from the melodies of you.
by N. Nunes













