Sputtering feathers
Like a gleaming ocean
That has diamonds glued on
The tamest parts of it
Remind me of all the words
You said outlined in gold
Soaked in red petals
They tasted so good
But died fast
You need to put life in the
Glitter that rolls off your tongue
Because all that shines
Does not appeal
Think heartbeats on
Wooden carvings embellished
In the croaking of frogs
On a cool summer evening
Or laughter smoked on the
Leaves of yesterday;
It affects your lungs forever.
Then maybe, autumn won’t
Seem as
Permanent as your
Laconic-less ways of gleaming
May suggest
And find ways of growing
Stems in my liver