You are bone of my bones,
flesh of my flesh…….Genesis 2:23
"Prelude to Mourning"
by Paloma
Together we went down
like a smooth glass of sherry,
In the beginning,
You and I
Somewhere,
somehow
between Winter's Elegance Ball
and Cape Cod in September,
you fell off the edge of the earth,
or did you blend in with these
white walls?
You left your narrow Sphinx eyes,
watching,
hoping
for me to sin,
to offend
One, two, three,
in waltztime,
The Look, The
Hint, The Silence,
it shouted at me and rattled the bay windows
Crystal Madonna and Child,
on the shelf above the fireplace,
She reminds me of you, my Vanessa,
angular,
better seen from afar.
Too close and the brilliance is lost.
Madonna and Child,
I caress the clear face,
Child,
not now, for
us
You are writing your own song,
an Aria for a tragic heroine,
was I evil?
Again, I will
turn off the evening light,
again,
I will hear,
my Vanessa
as you turn in
your sleep.
Do you weep for us?
Or because of us?
You are bone of my bones,
flesh of my
flesh
and for this, you hear me mourn.