August 14, 2011   1 note 

The Mechanics of Bliss

With an uptilt head
And in an agony
of resemblance
How long you had been
Halted, disembodied
Between events
Forever fresh
To continue receiving gifts
Within the cool pavilions.

All around is
beautiful unrest
in codes, in
secret smiles,
we-once-weres:
how two hearts broke
beneath azure skies,
but the sun did not weep.
Nothing shed.

And distanced and martyred
whispers kept themselves
bathed in green light,
with nothing to hold onto.

If you don't love shields.
If you dont love eyes.
If you don't love glances.

STANLEY GEMMELL
August 14, 2011
Providence, RI

Image of: Raquel Nave

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