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.

 

 

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