Throwing Some Light on the Subject

A splinter of lightning, the eye of outside
peeping through the bedroom window
paints a white line down the body,
splatters onto breast, belly, hip with
contrasting overtones. This wash
quickly reduced to a single traceable line
creates a fissure in my head between
familiar and exotic. Within that
flash bodyscape there is no distinction
of dream or reality and no one is the wiser.

5/13/11