Ekphrasis

Around the world and home again, that’s the sailor’s way! But back on shore the silver-sweet sound of lovers’ lips directs the eye at a softly colored yet fragmented world created as the mind swoons while tongues intertwine. The one whose face could launch a thousand ships is hidden from view in this fractured-fairy-tale image of fresh-faced passion; its central keen observer is one whose salad days have long passed, but whose heart skips a beat at the sight and promise of youthful ardor.