Happy Friday All. —Chagall

Alphabet City

chagall backdrop

She wears different faces for me, primal postures on black surround
a fan-dancer, angles arms and legs, in time she forms tomorrows
less certain than days gone by that certainly seemed more certain

As a human I pray but I’m open
if you think there’s a better way

She’s human too – I’m reminded, her heart beats to break, pink stars in brisk gravity
she’s crushed given time and grace, to love her is so precisely weightlessness

so we hold onto updrafts and breathe, waft about and soar in deep essing swoops
bank steep, Godspeed to the outskirts

cold air, lavender tinder, where the softest touch is all it takes
to let go

© Chagall 2013

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