ALICE PARRIS
THE HOUSE THAT ALICE BUILT
FEATURED POEM



MY FIRST-LIGHT LOVER


And...
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is alive with musical vibrations
& lyrical laughter. He draws me past
the night's cruel maze of darknesses.

His eyes are the color of Cool Gray
His skin is burnished like fine brass.
His voice is harbinger of a new moon.
His smile melts ice-stars; to shed tears.

And...
I wait for my first-light lover.

Waiting...
my feet grow stong like roots & my
legs are hidden by Birds Of Paradise.
He never understands how long I wait;
his days are my endless months, years.
His job is to sprinkle gold-dust on those
with dead-fish eyes, so they can glisten.

My first-light lover
cleverly stole Cupid's quiver of arrows.
In stealth, he has become the King of Hearts.

And...
I wait for my first-light lover.

He is there in black-obelisk night.
In inhalation & exhalation at noon.
He is there as day disrobes, donning
musty-dusk. He is there as fire flies
seduce sultry, summer eves.  He is there...

at first-light.

 

Alice Parris

 

 Photography by Stony River/AU