Hi. I've just called you tonight to discuss
“mystique”. No, dammit, not Raven Darkhölme.
“mystique”. No, dammit, not Raven Darkhölme.
I mean your aura of mystery, dust
of stars glazing your frame like heaven’s dome
having descended to protect you. (You’re
not laughing. Good.) See, I’m here listening
to Christmas carols... Yeah, alone. But your pure…
yes pure image stays with me, glistening
like you earlier today -- seated, smile
a calm sea at sunrise, your gentle hand
smoothing your long hair as you listened while
voices ascended in honest command
of each experience. Watching you, I
wanted to tell you this. Well…that’s it…Bye.
Roger Armbrust
December 16, 2015
