no watercolor words reside here ...
merely the realization
discovered as summer storms weave across these golden plains
a knowledge of attachment & bond
this elegantly tattered, feathered hole
where my petaled-heart once beat
thumped & beat ....
infinite, dark & open
day by day
year by year
growing old without the press of your hand
in mine ....
secret blood-bonds & wanderlust
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 ....
fear & love & cherries
are tossed & blended
gypsy cake ....
happy birth-day !!
and journey on sweet gemini-girl
to capture pockets of
to fool that feathered, shadowed hole
into believing the story, tossing you
this cluster of peonies &
filling my arms with moonlight
journey on - story on
wicked, gypsy gemini-girl .
this is where sorrow resides ....
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
the bottom is not
really the bottom
it is found here in the sideways portion of our show
tilted & lonely
stripped of expectation & heart
and bear that weight
the wind shifts
the air is perfumed with magnolia
it smells of rain