To TSW
In the choice of Rubbing
Wool into Silk,
Saturating it with several Colors
merging in Spheres
as if by Consent,
you give something
of your Substance,
Renders like a piece of you
brushing my neck
a whisper
only, but a whisper
all the same –
*
a Murmur of your person
Murmur
only I can detect,
cherish, as I Wrap
the wool and silk
about my Nape
*
On the point of Departure
you have turned
once more, Winked
as you do
then faced your new Destiny
moving forward
leaving a Thrum
such a coded message
embedded in the Work
of the life you leave
Behind
*
Very lovely, Kiki. Works of art, both.
speechless
Kiki – you paint with such beauty and so delicately the most subtle things in life and then they go with you with their newly given color embedded in your scarf. Loved it!
Kiki, you express this so perfectly!!
When the resonance of your love becomes tangible, this is what it looks like. So beautiful!
Such emotion was evoked upon reading this ……..so beautiful……