CYNTHIA MARIE

Cynthia Marie lives on Long Island in New York. Graduate student
at St. John's University. On line: Poems Niederngasse, 42 Opus,
Wilmington Blues and various other zines. Editor of Femme Magazine.

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ONE HURT COLOR

His delicacy belies the length of his torment.
His poems beg, blowing into the wind of her studied carelessness.

She builds his life into her skylove daring him to become
the kite of her dreams. She desires the sound of his heart pumping
in her ear, her oval face on his chest. The fear tacit in each low beat.

Poeming her flesh births his transcendent poetry. Tiny fragments
of his conscience are lost each time he surrenders ;
nude and graceless at her feet.

His lover is more than a Muse. She is his vinedresser.
His antipathy acolytes their physical prose to the sublime.
In her arms he is the moon skimming the lake.

Yet he cannot forgive how she ravaged his gift.
He mourns, closing the door to forgiveness.
Afraid to give up the thing that most frightens him.

Alone. Hurting crimson to the soles of his feet to the
end of his poems.