Starstruck

inspired by the artwork of SMS below

"Details, Darling" by The Story Mistress


Inside the zone of black and white
a patterned girl,
with dark-tango eyes,
details on her skin,
damask, hieroglyphic, calico, or some surprise,
lapping, lightening, tightening,
foreign to me,
not a tentative art in flight,
but etched in love's alchemy.

She held her breath and trembled,
wind-blown, but holding her own.
When I asked her why the fact,
if this may be a sidling tact,
or did she drown a pain in art
as a veil over sorrow,
to distract and soothe
a ritual of greeting
and parting.

She said, "It's because
a sizzling star fell on me,
outlining designs of heraldry
in strict rhyme and combs of honey,
not to be erased through time.
And, I return each night to him
in excited dreams
to free patterns and prints
of his persuasion."

"Thus, I too, learn my star's art
and create it in between words and music,
the images of characters gifted,
with no sin or guilt,
a lot more light than shade,
a lot more love than darkness.
And any design I draw is my own.
If I could redo, I'd etch my older shapes
with more intensity."

"But to erase them would be
the negation of me.
Engraved in my soul
all that experience, motifs, illusions,
the fancy of destiny.
I know wonders will not end
as my rapture ascends
to expand this loving
gifted by my star."