bargain

This part:

spins words to tales to treaties bent
dappled in velvet homage to birds and the moon
giving weight to the quantum miasma thru dappled light
be still
be still
the blue jay becomes the shadowdancer
waking the sun 

the fabric of night

see me as vermillion
locked with a tiny key a thousand years old
tarnished
tempered
by wind & water rising, rising

press me to cerulean between arms of sage & milo
smelling of yesterday's storm
penny-copper sharpness
bright
bold

I am a first snow
where
the
earth that lies between the cracks in the sidewalk
baked by sun
mysteries golden in particles of glass--dust
tarnished
tempered
by wind & water rising, rising

rain falls
on a plum tongue waiting for a cotton memory

and
a pillow

skin coral-pink bells of pulsing weathered molecules
ozone of ash & death
life trembling
tarnished
tempered

feel my azure evergreen shimmer against your thigh
slight--open
to line & moonlight
rising, rising

see me as vermillion
there amongst the night

A Perfect Day

some moments I miss the consumption
the hollow contracted sternum to heart
the encompassing obsession of
you

or

is it the miss of the velvet mantle I wove myself
of your hands and bold honey words...
replete with all I know to be true;

fireflies & willow trees
Kipling
Cather & Fitzgerald
whisky & wildfires
marshmallows
rivers
clean sheets & poetry

the rich fullness of everything

does it matter?
this ache...

more than likely
this is life

smelling of petricor & night

luxurious emptiness cradled in heat
and all I know to be true
red bird's bones & love songs

tell me, is there any more left?

lingering in the corner pocket of summer's grass
I loved you the first time I saw you
sticky delight of waning twilight
wild we found it - tamed it became
as we held to convention's fable
pressed in startling intimacy to the bind
oh!
letting go is easy when the heart is home

now as the blue jay's bones become my own

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the blue jay's bones have become my own
tied with curly willow & regret
with a fisherman's knot
five hours 'til sunset this perfect September day
promise of flight
painted tender & light
upon the piercing tendrils
lifting lifting
beyond the falling night