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Vernal Touch by Beth Stolar Kehayes

Stood between tail lights, circular lock a
portal to abandon I stand
without key, vacuous power line
to ashtray retaining coin. For

whom am I languishing pride like boulder,
stalwart, a slight fissure. My heat
against trunk, cool air rushed, rippled wave.
Feet planted, stanchion, pillared, you heave
over the fence. Billowing breezes, dark

enfolds, orange glow. Suspension, music
felled from my breast, a wine red fire, I
felt his touch, visage tender and resonant.
Synchronized, meant for me. Highways collided,
machines grinding, switching gears, ribbons

lifted from pavement, tie in bows. Neat
and tidy package. Something for me, from you.
Bobbing head while sniffing wind, skull
craning out window, tongue
whipping. He returns with

impending doom. Cracked aluminum siding
on the southern corner, the house different
color shades wrested from nature's
plundering and neglect.
Outside daffodils bloom,

buds emerge on spiced viburnum.
Pink lips pursed before sweet kiss is blown.
Green bends its supple tune while unfurling
its gems, sway and dip,
aromatic life. I remember your
breath and feel winds of change.

Bio: Beth Stolar Kehayes has been writing since childhood. After a twenty year hiatus from the discipline, she has been making up for lost time. She has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from The College of New Jersey, USA. Her poetry has been featured in a variety of publications including True Poet, Alone Together, Flutter, Sage of Consciousness, The Flask Review, Taborri Press, Chaotic Dreams, Autumn Sky, Strange Road and Tipton Poetry Journal as well as a collaborative chapbook with fellow poets available Summer 2007. Forthcoming works are also slated for June 2007 in La Fenetre. Beth's priorities are her two beautiful children and husband, two dogs, two cats and five fish. She is an avid gardener and enjoys classical piano study.