EVANGELISTA
POEM by Renga – Moi Hutchinson

In the room they try desperately to rip my eyes away from her,
But I must know what obscurities lay behind her gentle features.

I follow her on impulse and she is swallowed by the crowd.
My gaze falters, eyes dart frantically from left to right
There! I find her in a lone corridor.

The heavy oxygen of space surrounds her, thick like tar.
Time is an illusion which conforms to this dark liquid.
It cages the lungs and wraps them peacefully in crow’s feet.
Crow’s calm solace – the black nectar gripping and grinding each breath.

Her face reminds me of the moon, her hair like something spun from the night sky.
The strands gently kiss my fingertips.
And for one moment they fight not to let go.
In her eyes i find the stars.
But they are not surrounded by the emptiness of space.

My ears & mind beg for a whisper.
A whisper to dance,
A whisper to soothe.
A whisper’s entrails composed of silk
Can a whisper warm the blood that surrounds?

A timid breeze strokes her face.
Timid as it is, it had more courage than me.
Her face responds to the caressing,
one quiet feature after another.

Her face goes through silent ecstasy.
She can feel me in the slow seeking wind.
I can feel that she feels me.
How long to stand here..?
i look at her for answers,
and though i do not ask
she can feel the heaviness of each question.

Her face tightens ever so slightly and then relaxes.
Hint of a smile, a blink from each tender eyelid.
The muted whip of eyelashes softly combing her cheeks.
She opens her mouth, barely.
Not to speak but to give more answers.

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