chagall backdrop

Twilight doesn’t swirl
move in tandem
or whisper as it did
when the time
between evening to dusking
stretched longer than today

rosetted sunsets barely touched
the eye and the hue
of nighttime garments
delicate, fringed

Corselettes massage
the brace of it
forcing the soul upright
to attentive pose

lean bodies
sinewy, still young
cheeks blushed with the skies pinks
reflecting new-day promise
and everywhere a freckle

now nowhere a dimple
or a wink
to conjure
the crazy thoughts
or to stir the violet echoes

© Chagall, 2013