Exotica

Tim Thornburgh

Framed in the crosshairs
of the camera of my mind,
A lone white frigate soars
riding thermal surges,
Like a diamond-headed kite
soaring without strings
above the corrugated
blue of sea dreams,
flecked with the frizzled whitecaps,
Like the silver streaks that tinge and
flow through your wavy silken hair
glistening in a beam of sunlight,
Like the sequins on your sheer
satin slip of a dress
unzipped and peeled into the sand,
Linking you and me on the beach
with that exhilarating feeling
you feel when a rollercoaster
nosedives into freefall
for a breathless dream-second stretched,
Like the tail of a shooting star.

The unrestrained hang-time
of this exotic white bird
defying gravity,
Reminds me of that
magical, electro-kinetic energy
flowing between us:
Unseen, unheard, unspoken,
Yet felt:
as surely as,
The quiver, shake and blow
of a volcanic eruption!

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Tim Thornburgh

Tim Thornburgh has lived in the islands of Micronesia and particularly Saipan for over thirty years. Tim's poetry has been published in The San Fernando Poetry Journal, Amelia, the Haight Asbury Poetry Journal. Humanidat, Moose Bound Press, Night Roses and Marianas Variety.