Monday, March 28, 2011

Tryst

Image borrowed from Google


Tryst

Twist of herringbone and tie,
guidebook anxious in your grasp,

we wait as charms dangling
in the bracelet of an afternoon queue;

synchronize watches, then pass
like bookends in the Salle des États.

A tangle of art and lust, our palms
flush, while lonesome eyes chiaroscuro

from canvas-covered walls
and bullet-proof glass,

frozen in Janson History gray,
monochrome, medievally quiet.


Tess Kincaid
March, 2011

Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 59

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