Saturday, October 22, 2011

mars o'clock

Stealing beside me like an ochre whisper
Your phantom presence
A whisper . .
classically soft
erasing all negative space
Blooming into darkness &
the quiet burn of a million stars
"Make a strong line, don't sketch it out -
be sure when you draw", you once told me.
"Be sure"
Drawn then . . .
Held strong
With a kiss that carries the weight &
spin of this blue rock
Exquiste & containing the 1939 World's Fair,
the soundtrack to Fantasia
& maybe The Partridge Family
Calliope Hummingbirds land on our tongues
Flying into our stained-glass souls
As the 2:17 rolls thru town
A kiss . . .
Stealing all measure of hurt & rumpled sorrow
Pheasant feathers & words are weaved into
patchwork succulence
Skin is diffused & forgiven - effervescent almost
Inconsequential to the heart of the matter
Draw sure &
Linger into this slumbered ghost kiss