Sometimes a photo is all it takes,
an image,
a collection of color and space,
shadow and shape,
gathered in place,
and held together by
It rhymes with memory - not the word, but the meaning.
A symmetry of seeming sameness.
I was not there, but I know this scene.
It is synonymous with my own dreams.
The hues are scarlet, and pink, and turquoise.
Indigo
Crumpled t-shirt, skin, and twilight.
Stop.
Now it rhymes with desire - not the word but the meaning.
A symmetry of seeming sameness.
I was not there, but I know this scene.
The imagery matches and I want this.
The hues may change,
the moment might be different,
but this scene will recur in compliment
and in homage.
Life mimics art and art mimics life, and I will kiss you like this to prove it.
Stop.
It now rhymes with prophecy - not the word but the meaning.
A possibility of symmetry to another moment in time.
I will know this scene and it will know its affinity with me.
I learn from history, and I know it repeats.
Time mimics space mimics time,
and both align in a meeting of lips,
the design of a kiss,
the curves and angles of a moment.
Captured in color and space,
in shape and shadow,
gathered in place,
and held together
by timelessness.