By Madison
Date: 19 March 2000
tanzanite
My eyes were never sapphire
they were more a tanzanite
apprehensive mirrors to his
narcissistic stone
But he remembered Maxfield Parrish.
He found me on the waterfront
and sized me up
I fit the frame.
He was never really looking for a she-god
or a villain or even a hero
he was looking for his niche
bartering for his own bardo
a knot of space between the gap in
something and nothing and
anything but what he held in
his hands, gritting between his knuckles
like oil-spilled sand
My eyes were never sapphire.
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18 mar 2000
2000 © M Madison
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