By Celeste Morales
Together they struggle against gravity, a war of movement
dancing violins with strings
plucked. The music of
dotted daisies floating across the stage.
Sequence of purple covers their chest while layers of lace
ribbons around the waist. Pink features
pinned in their hair gracefully twinge
with the upside down movement, while holding the rope.
each partner’s hands press the other’s chest.
One holds an arm against a stomach. Hand over mouth
rigid words flowing out the corners of their mouths.
They must do the dance of rage, preform what families
can not see.
sweetened with peaches on the grill; Sear the skin,
mull the inside; their sugared conversation.
Night brings flips and
the turn of air. Landing together
out of breath,
both weak from
holding each others weight. The bar, a cable, supporting their dynamic
Upon daylight the war begins
Sheer pink and purple nylons spread: Forward-backward motion
unravels. Ankles snap around the catching
Originally from Los Angeles, Celeste Morales has
been living in North County San Diego since 2009.
Her colorful poetry impress mysterious images upon the
reader leaving it open for interpretation.