This morning:
Sun rays chasing clouds away.
Suspended plateus of gray atop the Great Plains.
In between;
The suns yellow scream
Muffled by a gray glove,
Unveling the moon under it's layer of blue.

It is as if the rise has been erased and it is dusk again.

Missing golden face.
HOWLING
Fill my mouth with moon rays.
Violet taste.

Inhaling hearts and haste
To infiltrate empty space.
I can't wait I can't wait
To feel your form in a quiet place.
Screaming bodies sigh in grace.
Sodden tulip sings pleasure.
Your nose is filled with pollen.