Playing laser tag on canopy beds In
Trailblazing *** kitten style;
Blue eyes staring down upon.
Tanning In the graveyard
With butterfly kin and
Spent time In swimming pools
Of aquamarine,
Shaped like a leopard spot.

Seamless comfort magnified within outstanding
Numbers brilliant beyond belief!
Like daggers hitting targets!
Some handsome hatter...
Shapely feelings that prevail over
Typhoons and tsunamis of the spirit.
Gracefully.
Lost raw, like pieces of flesh from fibula's
While I'm in memorial for all those long forgotten pieces;
Shattered and divided across a universe too expansive to hold them together...
Moments on tired sidewalks
In the balmy breeze like
A serenade under phantom palm trees
Wishing for the sea flowing to shore.
I dream and dream over
Again and again
Inglorious in my sweet crescent-formed longing.
Among mountains in winter, rivers In autumn,
Through innocence
And  golden sphere'ed leaves In spring;
Familiar, like a warm breeze.
Chopsticks clicking against plates;
I'm touched, and I touch, at times.
Love like diamond swords.

Oh how she shimmers
made from the glare of the morning sun
she passes through my world in the briefest instant
My breath captured forever within her deep blue stare.
I can only watch as her dress skims her honeyed skin,
her scent, forever lingering amongst the breezes and leaves
will always stir my soul to sing.

White lilies in May faded to grey now,
Initiated treaties among a fray in the shadows,
All that's left embraced of the pure textured fumes is pale.
A lonely parchment reading vast memories and
Lore, intricately encased once demure expressions felt frail;
Only crunchy remnants
In an hourglass vase by the door.
Looking glass perceptions:
From the outside looking in,
Twirling round in a chrysanthemum bed.
This infestation is a shot of Novocaine,
Like braille on fingertips;  
Manifesting an understanding,
From the heart through the lips.
Tuscan breeze passing along, caressing my knees,
Stinging softly like cotton-stitched-pillow bees
Cascading down my wrists.
Brisk taste of freedom.
Attraction comes back round like
A bracelet of Saturn.