Photographed In Love
by Nina Ricci
Our eyes caught glints like sunlit glass
They were a double pairing of marbles,
Four pools at odds, four corners of a square
Within, woodwinds spoke perfect speech
That human mind could pen to libretto
Some internal digger of deep caverns
Lit a fire to see by, and we, the beneficiaries of warmth
stand like statuettes torched and cooling.
In the same way canning jars are
Ready to receive contents of cinnamon apricot jam,
So was I to receive your first words
You could have spoken pleasant things
But didn’t need to
-Contentment, leveled pleasure-
I could have remained on that plain a lifetime
And I did, and I do
Nina Ricci ©2014
