A Little Sustenance

She is gliding sweeping strong and soft

and breaks

dripping juices sweet my knees bend buckling

ever close to outstretched fingertips

she turns leaving

vapors twirling swirling

around fingertips outstretched and still

there is nothing

there was something

once for touching grasping feeling

and yet she was never she

nor ever he or even it

but always that which

fills the gaping howling spaces

gliding sweeping strong and soft

and breaking pure

through sun and moon

to always reach but never grasp

or ever touch or truly know

filling spaces gaping howling

that is something for the nothing

until once more

she returns

Advertisements

Author: therealkenjones

writer, artist, wannabe photographer, recovering Southern Californian...

1 thought on “A Little Sustenance”

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s