Only You Can Prevent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Submitted: June 01, 2018

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Submitted: June 01, 2018





Thank Providence I never

Photographed your coveted face,

Boiled marble blue eyes, utterly

Masculine, shadowed jaw, sunburned

Grecian nose I tickled with the tip of mine.

I'm saved, Lord, from purging

My narrow room of likenesses of you,

For though we're painters both,

We never put the brush to one another.

Else I'd be right now, this intangible Now

Heeling and reeling, shredding and

Weeping your faces into a kaleidoscope

Of sharded images. And the last

I would unfold and spread out again

On my knee. There'd you be, Lover,

Soul-of-my-Art, Echo of All Lives,

Rick-racked in webs of canvas creases.

I'd touch my nose to yours,

(Although now a nice, mosaic nose)

Then oh, then . . .

Shriek of a match,

Stain of a tear,

Burn, burn, burn the assembled carnage

Of print-outs, digitals and expired love,

Inhaling the singe, the scorch,

Your beauty, a dead cathedral,

In the orange, contorted griffins of flame.

But I never painted or photographed you,

Baby. Artless, your memory

Turns on the spit

No element will extinguish it,

The wick of persistent, blue desire.



By Alexander Guinevere Kern

Copyright A. G.Kern 1986

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