Her fast jade eyes
recorded in tinctures
subtle even whispers
now clouded and dull
ached by tired sighs.
Sparked by chance
she peers over the
walls observing the
clean swept quiet of
silence.
Lost in the tension of a taught
first bloom that opened slowly
vestiges now compressed under
a backwards lying book whose
pages hold of vast geological
black and whites lay records
unseen now viewable primal
touch and first kiss lucidly
recorded with return address.
Like exotic ships lost in the sun
still carrrying their passengers
wave to breathing foam from ocean's
depth the globes rise and breaking
the surface are quickly inhaled.
.
Showing posts with label first love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label first love. Show all posts
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Swell
From the cosmos falls
first girls and first boys
constellations of lips
dip brewed in deep
dark magic
pinwheels peppermints
and cotton candy beguile
perfume smiles breathing
blossom songs thick
with simile
no storms or Edgar
Allan Poe lite preened
not even the
bed bugs bite
green-eyed stars are
swallowed whole as
they marvel tug and
tussle on her red chemise.
.
first girls and first boys
constellations of lips
dip brewed in deep
dark magic
pinwheels peppermints
and cotton candy beguile
perfume smiles breathing
blossom songs thick
with simile
no storms or Edgar
Allan Poe lite preened
not even the
bed bugs bite
green-eyed stars are
swallowed whole as
they marvel tug and
tussle on her red chemise.
.
Labels:
astronomy,
E. A. Poe- The Gold Bug,
first love,
red shift,
state fair
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