Your quenchless enchantment
annihilates with cold—
the sweet fetus
of Norwegian isles
and rainbow galaxies
as time dwindles preciously
into alleyways
and other places
lacking the tenderness
of fingers.
An occupation
is taking place—
waiting for you to kiss me
with hazel caresses
in a calyx of uprisen sun
so that errant thoughts
are luminous window plinks
and I witness her as gentleness
in distant phenomena,
finding patterns where none exist.
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Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL, USA with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.
**photo credit: Terri Malone
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