Vanishing Images

Kaleidoscope
eyelids open fall apart
a giant hole a mouth
a sensual worm trying to get in
getting out in endless loop
her legs open
close, bent knees
diamonds where triangle sides
link to body
her red tights, brown interior
images fold into eachother's black holes
stars accelerate
his eyes
palpitate the
periphery of chest as he lays out
on top
dividing red shapes

Next Day: Paris
sur la Seine, sunshine hits a window
takes away her eye.
He is not there.
Her computer opens
a tiny dot
above the monitor
threatens to send her image

multi-dimensional he'd see
the art gallery
on the left bank
a painting
of a girl
in a garden
in a red hat
in a golden antique frame fixed
in a window
in a stone wall warmed by day.

Although she longs to imagine him
her face amongst his things, his books
the plaid couch dog barks,
tulips beckon her brightly

she closes the screen and tucks it into her purse
her face fades from
his space
the relationship
folds neatly into two
dimensions
black bag bottom
her figure exceptionally firm
she slides her arm into the air as if to stretch
then places the hand lazily behind her brown hair
while the sun strikes
her breast, the open armpit
the air that seems to pump itself
filling her open chest with an independent smirk

river touches her extended
hand
damaging its surface
unsewn tinfoil
balls drop back into place

in almost real time
his hand extends in the shade of morning
her beamed figure three dimensional
red hat
red tights
in low resolution against the white sheet window dressing
suggests he should touch her
hand slicing
digital dots