"where day is.... dreams of a summer sky."
i.
the sky floats up,
gazing out with lips
of steel, a
shiny branch
surrendering
to summer’s sigh,
her iris a cats
eye, marble blue,
her pupil a dark
wand.
ii.
play with me,
draw me out of the
dark,
let me sing to
you a sea-song
where the waves
somersault and
crash to the shore,
where the wind, wild
as wild, faints to breathe
the wakening sky.
iii.
see how i write in passages,
faint-waves of
summer’s mists where
the rain dips her pen in
the grey-ink cloud.
iv.
searching for your ghosts,
the deep whirling of the streamy sea
with its wine-red roses like
coloured glass
dance as i gather
whispers of strangeness
and sun, blossoming,
shrink-edged like an
opalescent pool, all
of it, you.
v.
days of watery rags and rubber
tyres, red snake of
summer’s ribs, the
stones of the stormy sun,
gathering the landscape
where tonight the
moon will rise for love
you will loosen my hair
and i will kiss your throat.