a necessary conclusion —
the lined-shadows of a wing,
falling apart in full-flight,
the sky opens its peach-lips
for a kiss, too far, not enough
in the erection of this exigency
to reach out for a nude name
when your comforting arms
become stifling, intimacy runs out
the door, before it gets too late.
© Anmol Arora
A 55-word verse for Art FLASH/ 55 at With Real Toads, where Kerry prompts us to write a short-verse, taking inspiration from a piece called Moth-Woman by @luke.ink.
Image source (Twilight Time by Ellen Henneke)