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
rain
and
hope
hope
once again