You steal beside me like an ochre whisper
softly 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.
. . . drawn then
Held - with a kiss that carries the weight & spin of this blue rock
Exquisite : containing the 1949 worlds fair, the soundtrack to fantasia
& maybe the partridge family
ruby-throated hummingbirds land on my tongue & travel into my soul
stealing all measure of hurt
weaving a patch of feathers, words & succulence over all wounds
skin is diffused & forgiven - effervescent . . .
inconsequential to the heart of the matter
celebrated by the sureness of snow as it lies on my lips
direct & boldly waiting for the sureness of the melt
boreal & piercing
and sure . . .