Aspects of Her

A sunshine smile
dipped in a psychedelic rainbow
of colors that don’t exist
in the spectrum  that
physics would allow.

Slide your hands down your hips,
feel the silk threads float over
your soft cashmere skin;
you always liked  touching yourself
more than me.

Eyes look away when I speak to them.
I can’t quite catch their color; evasive
as a fish in a warm running stream.

Sad, reflective, in denial of your
desperation as you try and fit into
a dress that’s just a little too tight.

You are a free spirit that confines
herself behind a waterfall of wishes
that will never see fruition.

This is you, all the aspects, all the incarnations,
All the pages yet to be written, all the pages
torn out and tear stained and written over again
then forgotten..

This is you and I have known
them all.

By Philip Wardlow 2013