Jux/ta/po/si/tion

The absent armour of boundary

The brittle beauty of understanding 

The casual coolness of your desire 

The delicate danger of my longing 

The empty envelope sealed 

The fallen fire paused 

The glorious grittiness before the grace 

The heavy honour weighting your heart 

The ignorant idealism of my dreams 

The jarring joy of surrender 

The kept kiss of seduction

The laboured love of your youth

The morning memories on my pillow 

The normalized neglect of the underdog

The obvious omission of care

The perfect pity you beckon 

The quiet quantum leap of rescue

The refined rage in your fingertips 

The stunning silence of the mountain 

The transient truth simmering 

The underlying urgency in her whisper 

The violent victory of revolution 

The wayward waltz of our words 

The xenorated xenophobia of privilege 

The yellowed yes coming up for air 

The zero zone reached 

With the line “The brittle beauty of understanding” from Mary Oliver’s poem The Sea

© Miriam Hechtman

Juxtaposition by Miriam Hechtman

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