for Michelle Renee
She flows to you through fog of memory,
her ghost defined in bold lines, her body
a geometry of vessels—glory
of revolving energy. What gods see
from mountain crests your torn eyes now conceive
within her universe of evolving
light: Azuresoft as she touches your sleeve,
hinting of heaven. Rapeseed dissolving
to Indian yellow as she kisses
your skin, filling each pore with textured glow.
Red hues of bloodfire as body hisses
passions of desire beyond what gods know.
Now Rothko’s dark reds and rose holding sway,
till she fades again into day’s ghostgray.
Roger Armbrust
November 11,
2013
