Sophia Lays And Alcolam Sits Poem by Alex Styles

Sophia Lays And Alcolam Sits



As Sophia lays and Alcolam sits,
with his fingers pinned down
by Sophia’s wrist
and his thumb caressing her skin,
Sophia’s self moves with despairing haste
in the realm of mental space
to find the spark which starts commands
to move her fingers or her hands
to tell her lover, Alcolam,
“I am here; I know you’re there.”
But, atop a raised airy plastic mesh
without feathers or springs,
Sophia fails to beget motion
for Alcolam to see,
to believe, then, to know,
her body yet contains her soul.

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