Stream streams, runs, speaks
in water to me, blind over
tongued rocks. Don’t wake up,
her sweet heat dropping over
my face. I don’t. I want her to
continue smiling with her eyes
like she is, hands through me.
I’m the grass in her fields and
she’s alone in them. I let her be.
An impossible color gleams in
shut eyes—maybe
veiled incarnadine, stirred in
splotched mauve, clearing dull
blue-black, streaming vibrant
because water is streaming
through air into myself, because
the high red sun is falling down.
A thin membrane’s between it all.
If I find the far distance inside
that short space, the chained
filaments appear, then glow,
shift, float, stream. I think of
seeing stringed symbols of
broken infinity, but I don’t
focus on that, I let be.
Kaleidoscopically gemmed
rainbowed streaks begin to light
the world, slowly, move my eyes.
As I move, they move, and
pour in the hot white of
awakening, o her smiling eyes.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
Stream streams, runs, speaks
in water to me, blind over
tongued rocks. Don’t wake up,
her sweet heat dropping over
my face. I don’t. I want her to
continue smiling with her eyes
like she is, hands through me.
I’m the grass in her fields and
she’s alone in them. I let her be.
An impossible color gleams in
shut eyes—maybe
veiled incarnadine, stirred in
splotched mauve, clearing dull
blue-black, streaming vibrant
because water is streaming
through air into myself, because
the high red sun is falling down.
A thin membrane’s between it all.
If I find the far distance inside
that short space, the chained
filaments appear, then glow,
shift, float, stream. I think of
seeing stringed symbols of
broken infinity, but I don’t
focus on that, I let be.
Kaleidoscopically gemmed
rainbowed streaks begin to light
the world, slowly, move my eyes.
As I move, they move, and
pour in the hot white of
awakening, o her smiling eyes.
