It's Still Life

A Night’s Light Air

A lightness shines across the window,
lovers rise and fall like a wave’s song.
Whispered words in flakes were heard,
mutable turns of breathy phrase. Precise,
entice a bee to pollen, a cuttlefish flash
in cool moonlight — its iridescence is
night’s sparkling tapestry. Held, beheld,
this light air is a pale and thin veil.
A lover’s burn. Invisible and dim.

for Sunday Whirl #264. This week’s words: lightness, bee, cuttlefish, flake, sparkle, shine, mutable, veiled, precise, ignorant, tapestry, threat, and for dVerse The Reason for Rhyme.