Space between the air.
Beyond seeing, but not feeling,
I know she watches.
A face behind the eyes
Of a swimsuit model’s poster,
Tempting me to leave.
The sex and the sorrow,
The promise of a mystery
Beyond what I see.
The promise that she
Can look like that model
And that she can heal my scars.
Horror and lightness, like first desire,
Fill my lost and empty heart,
As a Cara and not a Joan promise
The sea where demons stay asleep
And that flesh and spirit make the stars
And the moon will always be the eye.
From behind the eyes of a swimsuit model
She beckons, the sweet and little death
Of washing away sorrow with magic.
“Will you come?”
“Will you come?”
Swimsuit model, with long dark hair,
a glint in her blue eyes; devil may care!
Lithe and strong, flesh made taut as wire,
like iron on the anvil, made strong for desire.
In azure waters, sparkling like blue jewels,
in places so distant from mortal rules,
she is goddess and siren, and she calls, calls,
to some dream beyond my madness and falls.
On my wall, queen of my restless fantasies,
with her in wild islands and warm tropical seas.
A carnal heaven, lust and love made one, perfected skin.
A place where what’s coming can’t find me ever again.
Circus girl, in blue costume, with icy frills.
High above the ground, walking the tightrope.
She is serene and as unknown as an angel.
Her small feet walk without err or misstep, perfect.
I watch her from the darkness, at her in the light.
Between heaven and earth she walks, flesh divine.
The air is without comfort, the fall without mercy.
She walks undaunted, uncaring, without fault.
Spotlight on her, so high above, so far from me.
Her costume glitters, her face set, her beauty cold.
An angel of the air, she walks between worlds.
I, all too human, fall for her, for her distant magic.
On the other side, once again mortal, a young woman,
she smiles at us in the crowd, and bows sweepingly.
I clap and cheer, thinking a love her, not her fleeting grace
as angel of the air, a walker between worlds, flesh divine.