Monday, September 7, 2015

grasp and go .... on












i steal wonder from things
thiefed from transparent moments 
tucked 
between ancient vermillion hands
hummingbird to honeysuckle
butterfly on blossom white
small drops of water delight
from copper to cut
silverwonder presses down-down upon fingerstips 
stretched -- raised 
in rebellion to distant moons 
how can this electric thread be tamed? 
can this tempest be soothed? 
sun dripped through to spectrum's bone  --  
eyes to hear a cello's lowing pull 
ears awash with a thousand colors 
September smells of important things 
and 
the taste of wind docks upon my tongue 
as lips blush in constant anticipation 
breath sparks fire shadows 
to light to light 
heart's thunder thief 
stolen 
tucked
reeling
in 
this 
wonderspell 

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