Thursday, January 23, 2014

Bria Myles and a tropical paradise, somewhere



to be this lovely and slink across the floor
in what I'm assuming are noiseless shoes
in the atmosphere only ocean ephemera
and in your mind a confidence in a gemini
nascence. the art of glittering skin
and looking back at the crowds 
that inevitably follow. 

a model. heavy hair curling 
in her fingers. the green sightless gods
pose no problems and a smile to charm 
her everywhere. it's not something
to begrudge such a curious
and intangible spirit. 

to be a follower 
instead of confident. 
everywhere in this 'verse
lives are trying to teach me a single
lesson
but I still envy the apparent
beauty and luxury 
of this woman in a white dress
and the sunlight loving her 
like it never could me

and the beach 
of course 
must be behind her
waving and waving
a steady source 
to reaffirm what she seems
to already know.


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