Thursday, April 25, 2019

drala


dancing upon my skin
dust motes bite upon cardamon bones 
jeweled glimpses of always

shadows 
light

the pace & breath of now:
yellow shirt
plaid mini skirt 
untucked hope
yearning to collide against 
1,440 minutes 
of 
summer's blossom 
sun thirsting
thunder bursting 
windows down
to Springsteen, Dylan, Taylor 
hand tucked beneath your blue jean leg 
forecasts a succulent promise 
your skin drips vanilla-nutmeg 
upon my tongue 
capture me for twenty-four hours 
new day in summer's heat 
lemonade cooling 
slow moving 
green grass wafting to welcome 
backs arched 
arms grasping 
breath barely lasting 
listening to crickets
under a firefly strawberry moon
we drink
we laugh 
we do
for 
every every 
sweep sweep sweep  
of the second hand

can we slow time's sweep?
can we cherish the sunbeam of breath deep?

before we know--molecules slow
the rising scent of earth & forecasted autumn rains
awash in apples crisp falling
calling the cooling 
cooling 
richness clasped to clary sage 
leaves they turn brown, red, gold
suddenly cold 
chilled to winter's gifts--
bracing wind to arms embrace 
snow leaves a trace 
falling 
falling 
to these 1,440 tick-tocks of Fleming's clock 

take in without clinging
taste all--celebrate touch 
collide beyond breath
-not asking much- 

these stolen daydreams 
shadows & light 
sun returns 
by
fires chance....

dance