©Mimi Wolske, January 2014

All Rights Reserved

(art by Orla Whelan)

Touching herself in the mirror

She enjoys his dicktation and

Seeing the battle of the bulge

In his pants with prospects of

Friendly fire under pressure

Two right hands cling to his slippery slopes

One tied behind her back

With love and with sacrifice

No one speaks while dancing

Bodies tremble

Fingers become travelers

Stepping into the labyrinth

Meeting the curve and angles of

Latitude and longitude

A map in two different hands

The shell is finally home

Helmet and both guns sliding in

Like a sacrificing soldier

The sea recedes in an all-night vigil

Heart and fingers beat

The flute empties its notes

Mountains rise breathing

Shimmering crevices cool

The drying river weaves a pattern

Snaking through the bush

The flute shrinks in warm perfume

Two shriveled sisters soften atop their hills

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