the sun
rose in your veins

so here i sit

deciphering the plumage
of that fierce dawn

hers were eyes
that teased the sun
from its slumber,
that made a mockery
of half-moon

We ate the moon
got drunk off its light,
then gathered the crumbs
& tossed them into the night sky.

We called them stars.

..& she said, "Bleed with me,
bleed with me into crimson symphonies
& I guarantee our eyes will kiss the sight of dreams unfolding."

"Grow up!" They said.
But all I really heard was,
"Conform to the crippling standards of warped society & abandon your robe of uniqueness for this tattered shroud of disdainful worldly opinion."

She combed her hair with the night sky
& then let loose those bits of stray galaxy that had embedded themselves in the wisdom of her follicles.

Love, erase me.
Erase me from the mind of self
& write me in ink so blue it stirs
The pools of Heaven's jealousies;
Love, write me.
Write me on the core of you.

Pardon me O angelic being of female specimen but white feathers like cities of gold
seem to cover your arms of intricate starry mold,
Your scarlet lips,
were they by any chance stolen from the roses of the gardens of Heaven?
& adorned with the blush of cheek of the goddess Venus;
'Cause daughter of Eve, thou art a lush reincarnation of the Gospel of Jesus.

See this young lady I speak of, she represents something larger than life,
I mean, lions run through her hair
& rainbows borrow her complexion,
The civilizations beneath her skin
light their street lamps when those of this world have grown dim;
thus her diamond soul wears a glow shy of a firefly,
It's no wonder that diamond soul sounds like an ocean of fire,
A fire like the song of a thousand golden crowns.
& the way light obeys her curves,
Gravity pays respect, stone statues hold their breath,
like voices in the snow, they remain mute
For they fear they may utter a truth that she already knows.. but here I go.

You are beautiful.
In the very sense of the word,
see how your essence robs sense of these verbs!
Who'd imagine I'd find such exhilaration
just from uttering the 3 syllables of your first name;
from writing the six letters of your second,
No, don't start counting..
Let's just..
get lost in the moment.
& maybe hope to find ourselves
somewhere in the kaleidoscopical symmetry
of an angel's wings unfolding,
Refined by the sunset sketched fires
of our passions, keeping in mind,
that our each & every action
has an impact on a chosen fraction of the Universe;
Like how your butterfly kisses displace galaxies.

But then you put a finger to my lips & tell me to just hush..& get lost in the moment.

It's been proven
that the distance from the sun to the earth is 0.986 astronomical units
which can further be converted into 91.7 million miles,
& yet when your face is merely inches from mine,
I feel the sun's solar ferocity
right in the hollow of my chest casually obliterating what remains of my heart & singeing the stagnant edges
of my soul 'til all that's left is dust..
& ash.

O Father of intricate dimension, "grant me a sister I prayed,"
"All in due time young one, all in due time." He said.
But the years rolled on & the horizon
stretched his bones
in his stratospheric bed,
Still my hunger for a younger
affection was never quite fed.
"Father, Father!" One day I called out, "have You forgotten my request?"
"Son, I am appalled & insulted that you'd think I'd think of your request any less."
"Forgive me Father, it just seems to be taking so long."
"Who combs the hair of the oceans & places a glimpse of Heaven in every bird's song?"
So I waited.
All the while, the sun hang up his coat at the close of every day
& the moon bowed her head, old, withering, gray.
Soon Time's old artistic hand began to erase my memories,
& with them went my unanswered request,
It was blown from my mind, white-washed from my soul,
but there is One who never forgets.
The One who tucks the sun in His shirt pocket;
One who the rich winds pay respect.
I will not tell you how my sister came to be
for that is a tale for another time,

I will, however, tell you she stands here besides me
penning these very lines,
A personified proof of love
from One not conducted by Time's familiar chime,
His answer to me from above,
My Valentine.

Gravity fell in love
   with the sea;
  that's why his hand upon hers
has always been
one of utmost care.
  When we were younger,
   we took advantage of this,
    their elemental infatuation,
   & we would fly underwater.
  Right through the heightened passion
of their conjoined souls.

    But we have become
   rather dreamless of late;
  Chasing pearless oysters,
We forgot our wings on the seabed.
    
      We forgot our wings..
    
      on the seabed.