Unplugged.
Manna honey and mantras to soften
the unwanted curve of the thoracic spine
fairytale sized fingers pull at my hand
they awaken and remind—
no need to stay in the inimical waiting room
where records spin
superior tales of triumph on repeat
another atmosphere exists with
a different, more desirable rhythm
devotion, hope, and a promise
prevented filling out a change of address form
three thousand days ago
won’t let her see me be dismissed
time to take the tape off
of my mouth
reconnect the wiring on this latent speaker box
and put some sound behind unearthed words
Exposure.
What broke up the embrace before it happened?
Began with a proposition that led to a lingering gaze,
smiles of curiosity and saturated cotton
from acres of longing—swelled to an abundant yield
of experience, knowledge, and hunger.
Hazel and honey slowed me to a mesmerized mood,
entangled in whispers and baritone prose.
The glisten was shattered by the discovery of another,
also attempting to turn frames into a longer running picture,
where temptation evolves to tryst.
The mossy moons illuminate over more than me—
transforming the burn of want to a frigid isolating
squall shattering a gilded image that
rains heavy through this head.
About the author: Lumina has a BA in English from the University of Iowa. She works as an ER nurse, enjoys letting her imagination run rampant, and would rather be outside. Her work has been published by literary magazines Allegory Ridge, Limit Experience Journal, The Banyan Review, Drunk Monkeys, and others.