Crimson cracks in clouds
On your breath a petrichor
Moistened duskysmell
Evening in your eyelashes

What else is needed to make a poem
Honey from spoon and the lemon in a slice
Apples blooming in moonlight
To you and me the time looking on

Moons have to be awakened
Apple call to be answered
Yellows and reds in the heart beat

As you swing in rocking chair up and down
And the light plays hide and seek on your aroma
Words at windows wearing each a golden crown
Ask me to give each of them a crimson stanza

Those of us who can observe this verbal dance
In the ripples raised by your deep lake water
Are every now and then in restless trance
Until is born from the waves a lyrical laughter

If it is night some stars descend to watch the chemistry
Sometimes lend their radiance to the figure of joy
What happens then in the churning is a mystery
We open the door and lo there is Helen of Troy

We know this way by which darkness travels to light
Our boredom ends in the valley of Nirvana
Our struggle easily succeeds in an orange delight
More delicious is the trigger in your aroma

Ocean beckons from
Hidden laughter in your eyes
Crystals of blue sky

As you say come in
It's a door of poetry
Crazy words and deeds

Cloudy sunshine at the window
Orange-warm spells of shower
Magnolias in the mountains
Earlobes in a pink emotion