Lace and Table
Premature morning speaks trodden, with celestial laughter of children lost. She dances underneath the compacted veil of spell and trial. Flowers of commanding intensity, trace the molestation of table and hand, this land is hers and baby’s lace has forever departed. Inaudible awakening at dawn’s doorstep, she escalates with graven images abound! Lights glimmer throughout year and day…she pays. Lace and table, her hand upon murky wooden boards; no food around, she forages upon stone and segregation. Lace and table, baby walks through father’s veil. Mother to child; child for father; lace and table, sexuality is lost and appetite has ascended!