Beauty Unframed author Lisa Elmers writes about life, loveliness, and seeing something where you thought there was nothing.

Nocturne

Nocturne

 

aubergine evening, full of wine

we circled the lilac bushes

that preened buds to us

soft as palms, bruise-blue

 

I asked you

will you go into the garden with me?

& we took the back stair down

& breached the golden hour

 

you were lily-eyed, tender-atremble

& I wanted to hail you with kisses

to pelt you from eyelid to cupid’s bow

& press the yellow-blue of your skin

petal thin.

 

we stalked the garden

like panthers after a plum ---

 

(from here, the round of your ear

plump as corn, firm to the air

half-gold-half-blue

like a mushroom in flannelled light)

 

you picked a bud from the bush

& crushed it

letting the night

swaddle a whine –

 

& Venus winked

(that wicked carbuncle)

yellowing the blue morning air

Krøyer's Angler

Krøyer's Angler

the trout

the trout