Neon Gravitas
I reach for pools of shapeless
light that fade to dusky hues of
monochrome & magnolia,
as I entertain the hiss of car
tyres on a wet street over re-runs of
indoor vapours & body linguistics.
I reach for muted words that fall
like coastal sleet near the shores
of her mouth, that whispers low
of citrus zing and midnight villanelles.
©️Orion Foote, 2021
Visions of Orion Poetry 