Focal Point

Intricate purple shadows
defined the curvature of your face.
Cellophane serpent
with silver aura,
beckoning destiny
making love with the past
seducing the moment.
The touch of your fingertips –
static electricity
sparks.
An occasional drop of sweat
slides down your torso.
Tributaries.
Sacrificial fires burn at your altar.
Another state of consciousness,
a new frame of mind
encloses the scene.
We gaze back slowly through the lens
to find the center of the sun.

Ike Stevers 07/28/2014