Tuesday, March 28, 2017

drala


dancing upon my skin
dustmotes bite 
beneath cardamon bones 
jeweled glimpses of always 
shadows 
light 
the pace & breath of now:
yellow shirt
plaid mini skirt 
untucked hope 
a yearn 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 24 hours 
of a brand new day of 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 
turn 
give me an autumn day 
washed in apples crisp falling
cooling 
cooling 
richness clasped to clary sage 
smells pierce the glass to rising 
cooling 
cooling 
now--winter's gift 
of 
bracing wind to arms embrace 
snow 
falling 
falling 
to these 1,440 ticks 
of tic-toc
of clock 
take in without clinging
tasting without touch
collide beyond breath 
of being known 
before 
the 
fire 
of these stolen 
afternoon daydreams 
... dance upon my skin 








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