Issue 3:
Water
Ace Boggess
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Whispers (4)
How long have I known Hera?
Constellations haven't formed without her
at my side, pressing her intentions
with a festive smorgasbord of irrefutable
proofs that I must love her.
Why search other directions refracting
light through the heavens’ lens?
To defer this instant toward the infinite,
to seek out the twin myths of segue & seduction,
I consume myself with my own irrational fire.
Under manmade fog in tranquil waters
of an indoor pool, we kissed, failed to kiss,
touched minds like proffered lips
despite missing the physical connection
& the touch. Fooling yourself with songs,
I thought, disbelieving & hoping
to disprove my theories in a warm embrace.
I almost missed the opportunity,
bleeding off hours amidst arc lights
& a stagnant ocean, slowing the current of my efforts.
I wanted to protect her from desire—
pleading darker waters to withdraw.
She mocked my inhibitions, until we came
together with purpose, drowning like stars
in the nexus of our interconnections.
~Ace Boggess
Ace, of Huntington, West Virginia, is a playwright, poet, and novelist, and has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. His work has appeared over 350 times in various publications. Email.
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