ever is where?
I am at it
      I never have seen
a ridge where night
touches the dew- or
     sunlight glows
on both the day and you.

There I sat upon
   a ledge teetering
fearing heights
              and the depths of darkness
     below. Tottered
down upon spoiled grounds.

Ever is where-  over a hill?
    may we ever see
sun glints-
      on green
      eyes
strong trees,
          sowing seeds
in sunlights.

Regular brown and
Green now hilghted in white
Dancing and singing

Kissing the canvas of my body,
his lips turned blue as he said,
"I can make you warm everywhere
but here." and he traced a shape
above my left breast.

Pooling beneath his hands,
I told him, "You can warm anything
up with a heart like yours."

I want to feel the breeze on my unveiled face
and my unlocked hair, this morning,
I am walking barefoot.
I want to feel the earth on my feet.
How she has gone warm
under the anger of the days.
Or how she shivers in the days
of agony, the cold winters.
Before the night was done,
I plucked and hid some in my pocket.
There it stays, the darkness,
close to my heart. Sometimes
the stars smile, pomegranate cloves,
bleeding sliced under my knife.
There is a wave receding,
stealing the earth under my feet away.
A projectile flew with the birds,
racing them a while, but it drops now
into the water in a thud.

Thine stars do shine about the flowers grow
abound cover you in roses of my love
intricate I desire unknown. I yearn to cite my poem
my ode to you in public:
    When you my fairest flower
light green eyes desire
          just once could look upon me
my heart would flutterby!
      suns would shine perpetually,
sense would wake me,
       for you are a dream,
my dearest:

My words, if I could ever be so bold, to say alone,
yet in public, glisten here. I hope you see.
then glisten, for me.