Step 2.0

Bradly Rodgers_Unsplash

Prose

Fire fulgent herself limpid Whispers soon turned to depth
Rising genitive capers tectonic between terracottas’s liquefy
A glint paragon, a solar heat, turn of the wrist, vault of a smile
So white she silvers the moon, titian sands swift and airy — her hair, the nymph tips from thespian pose iridescent
There is no gnome to her language, no motto for a lack of muliebrity, no nescient perchance
Plash purl splashing laughs authentic
Ascends the weight of light she dips for spirals
Softly of the elegance in her hand offered to those who follow
Tarry winds her vestures inspiring wonder at sculpted shapes immaculate
Arms sweet and alive, helix treasures, crescentic radiance returned endowments as they reach
Back to back I am appetency’s dance at the corona nave where aggregate gestures welcome her home
How the much of sky holds a breath when this tide bears the tolerate ballet of two. The space is busy in burrowed gems into the Wordless land of shared beauty
Disclosed it is not to be two shoulders of silence but glee
Transient till nature ardent
The known not to slip downstream

Michael Stang 2021