Not a Bete Noire

While coruscating melodies
play in flickers of shade,
a fingertip reaches
in cautious curiosity,
engaging in touch talk
of royal luminosities
in shadow courts.
Her frail benevolence
cradles distant corners --
an embrace
of surrealistic rhythms.
Albeit, a stretch
to hail it a bete noire,
better a copulative affair
with black roses.

Unshorn of thorns and threats,
her love embraced indigo soils.
Not a fragile heart,
she absorbed,
irrespective of an empathic overload
or woolgathering sing song
looming to play fear games --
tales of crypts and cryptics
behind ‘Take 22”.
Her virtual song
wrote its notes, nonetheless,
of the happiness she possessed
found in the spectrum’s spectacle
of light works.

Art and Poetry
Vashti (c) November 2007