his knock her shake
hands extended
he she shake
he thinking
lift that mask from her face
she holds the mask to her face
what are eyes without masks
there's a collection of masks
she gestures he hands
her fallen words
white kitchen and black tiles
her water whistles
she in a shadow
water runs warm
he notices a waterfall in a painting
she uses big brushes with fine horsehairs
invisible paint
walls white with splatters
he places his jacket on her chair
she takes his jacket
in her mind his jacket her chair
smiles
she turns down her thermostat
a green couch and an orange shawl
red spaghetti with mushrooms green salad
her song is playing
he knows 3000 songs
her song is 3001
her channel changes
song 3002
he hums a red wood table
stains if he asked a question
he would ask where the stains are from
the game board speaks
a child tares his arm
another woman’s child
his arm the child
her child someone else’s
their child a child
wine chips juice
a mystery her rope the maid
he she the child
he she sigh a child sings
old new air cologne
fresh bread
red, black, blonde
hair his head
smoke specters mist
hidden bifocals hands wave
she wipes eyes
yawns with hair that swings
a man looks toward the house
an easter bunny hops in her square village
moist grass under morning glories
baptismal font
he she enter crosses
she a shadow he running water
a priest
a baby
steam and shadows
he she smile
her red dress
his stains
he she talk
whispers in violet blooms
their baby kicks
she stretches out
he turns and their
light enters shadows
(copyright . donna l. quesinberry-2008)
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