Primitive Elegant

Primitive-elegant.
Exists such a glow?
One wild as wolf tracks; one gentle as snow.

Can the same swift steps that race ‘neath the moon
Waltz, graceful-light, to the violin’s tune?
Does snow-pearl skin, unaccustomed to earth
Blaze like skin bronzed after riverside mirth?

And how do they join -
fair-mannered
& fierce?
Such distinct spirits…in one rounded sphere.
So that when coalesced,
They’d sing songs of merge,
With lines painting Venice,
but still praising birds.

On pine-lined paths I forge crystal dreams;
My pulse pushes fast at silk-sand-woven seams.
I’ll race you, bear-lightning.
I’ll pace you, harp-song.
Primitive elegant?
It’s here lived,
all along.

.MGW.

~ by meagangwhite on April 20, 2008.