Saturday, June 1, 2013

imprinted


















no watercolor words reside here 
merely the realization
discovered as summer storms weave across these golden plains
a knowledge of attachment & bond
underneath fragile-boned-bird-skin
this elegantly tattered, feathered hole
where my petaled-heart once beat
thumped & beat 
infinite, dark & open
growing older
day by day
year by year
growing old without the press of your hand
in mine 
secret blood-bonds & wanderlust
collide
in this day
rooted in some ancient woodland realm
splendid of evening's summer grass & moonlight orgasm
wickedly imprinted upon my heart & yours
our equation written in labyrinthine script of
celestial blue-green carousels
performed just for me 
this day
fear & love & cherries
are tossed & blended
into this
delicate
exquisite
gypsy cake
happy birth-day 
and journey on sweet gemini-girl
to capture pockets of
the sun
to fool that feathered, shadowed hole
into believing the story, tossing you
this cluster of peonies &
filling my arms with moonlight
this day
birth
day
journey on--story on
wicked, gypsy gemini-girl .
here is where sorrow resides
here
at twilight
this hour where the only sound is the
morning dove's lament
hollow & transported
maple seeds whirl to the ground
in direct ratio
to the swift rolling of the cumulus clouds
closing that sky-blue window
of daylight
the bottom is not
really the bottom
it is found here in the sideways portion of our show
tilted & lonely
stripped of expectation & heart
hold
your breath
and bear that weight
as
suddenly
the wind shifts
and
the air is perfumed with magnolia
and
it smells of
 rain
and 
hope
once again