i would marry you all over again
i will share my blue sky with you and then
our children will carry green clover for us.
i will bury bitter grief in a box of wind and
send it off as we tarry in the garden by the river.
dazzling in its tantalizing brilliance...
(i raise my hopes by the slimmest chance)
the surface of the water is ablaze with the
morning light of a spring sun dance,
a breath of air stirs the slow, sleepy flames
on tiny waves of fire and sight that
bore into my mind with the tips of tiny pins.
a vision unblurred as clear as it is dear
unburned into my tender spirit.
i can still see it when i close my eyes.
shades of passion color my cheeks in
amber waves of pain as blood pulses in my broken skin.
i am whole but my soul is damned and damaged:
reminiscent of a ripped raiment in a rummage sale:
free to find my way, to find who I am...
free to fight or fly...and free to fail.
our skies are stacked high with ceiling fans and dragonflies
and then it's back to black like the inside of dark blue eyes.
i trace lazy eights on your skin,
little infinities that never end...
an invisible sideways number bending upon itself,
a soft, simple sigh escapes your lips, a beautiful breath.
this month of March like this evening has been full
of fading winter light and shinking spring night.
You ask me if i'm happy and i say "I am"
before turning off the light of the lamp
Now we're off to sleep like sheep
and like this month we go out like a lamb.
march 2007 and 1.13.2009
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