Not Lost in France

Dominique.

Caressing the essence

of invisible curves

that floated around

the overly wrapped

body,

the fine lines above

the face

that once held

laughing eyes

youthful memories

still carved

in the sunken yellow

mask

touching her soul

ever so lightly

fearing the

fragility

of the moment,

I watched as

she welcomed

death

with

peaceful

opened arms.

I kissed her brow, then her cheeks

and smiled

then like a cat, 

I slipped away into

the afternoon sun,

cursing the

swaying

indifference

of spring flowers.

Dave English (c) April 2004

Modem Heartbeats

Switching on

to her planet

breathing in the

latest

electronic whispers,

her eyes fixed on

a screen

that hid her from

reality

she typed away her

existence

An angel cried

as broken hearts

gathered round

linking their despair

to hers

"connect failure"

then the silence

as night finally

gave way

to day .

Dave English (c) 2002