Her Naked Neck

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Colors caught up in the wind
blown away
lifted on the current
of the invisible gust
in this current
moment...
She's gone

Colors tumbling, twisting
fully visible
or convoluted upon themselves
Swirling
Catching your eye
as
they draw near
Light as a feather
but....
Heavy is your heart

Coming closer now
the scarf... flitting
on the breast of the invisible
sea of deep breezes
it rides upon
Closer and closer it comes
Landing lightly in your hand
like a feather
covering it completely

Scented like rain
smelling like her neck...
your occasional resting
place
She is gone
A memento now, the colors
she shared
in your hand
Held to your nose
in repeated recall.....reality
sent to the center of
your brain

She, too, has been lifted
on the breezes
Free, her colors, many....no longer
fastened tight and hard around
her own neck..
obscured
No longer hanging herself up
on lingering lies

She turns her gaze forward
and moves there to
meet herself
In this present time and
place

Forward, freely
forging the future
out of gold
with her magic touch.....
Alchemist that she is
All the colors live in an
egg of
gold.....hanging on a gentle
golden chain
Around her life

White lines of the open road
her travel companion
Gold.... the adornment she creates
now
to display on her naked
neck, naturally....long and
strong

She turns at the intersection
all directions open
widely open
Alchemy!!!
She also turns her life
to gold

Future paved with
Gold....
She's GONE.....
When you smell the rain...
know
She shall be standing
in the golden light of the
sun
as it shines on her naked
neck....
open as the road....
bare
before her