That moment, chip of time,
so short, so fast and fleeting
like an evanescent touch
of a sculpting, adroit hand
that frees forms carved
from the inside of a rock
as wonders to this world.
It was but a stroke of light.
One nippy check, one coup d’œil,
a touché, winning all the argument
before the kill could make its case.
With a tip and tap of one token glance,
desire darts and raids its prey, the heart,
and delivers τόκος—its interest and child.
No comments:
Post a Comment