The Journey

January 1988

First night crescent moon
With belly palest blue
The slight edge of alba light
Pull then ebb--
You are pulling me
As breaths
As woman's secret whitenesses
The depths in motion quietly
What is by day shocking as a fig
Turns by night to colors
Purified and glistening
Orchid mauve lavender red
Delicately darkened peach
The purple hues echo to labial soughs
An uncomprehended murmuring
Amid the light and shadow mingling
With the blood thick motions of a flooding sea

Photo by Gordon Parks
Photo by Gordon Parks

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