Breakneck speeds of immense change
Imposing and important questions laid in the musty air
Dark wavy strands of black strewn across a librarian / teacher – prototype glasses
An Amazon with hips as wide as her influence
Curves in the form of encapsulated time
She’s the sugar container in my coffee
And the alcohol in my Vodka
Mature and appropriate in all situations
Ever-present her essence
My eyes confusingly fluctuate and dilate
Between shielding my eyes from your brilliance
And seduction to your image
Your visage you’ve graced me with so often
And your imperfect perfection is a synecdoche for our reality
Our relationship, our present, our now
Ours.

jose vilson © 2008

jose, who just needed to get that out of my system …