I am a single bird
my heart is
I could write a million
Poems about that particular moment,
With our bodies so close together,
And my heart beating out of my chest.
The way you traced along my skin
ever so slightly
With your finger tips making me shiver.
You always said you loved my poems,
You said they made you feel free
And that you only wanted me.
So here I am writing a poem,
All & only for you.
And I just wanted to say,
I only want you too.
Summer's warm currents retreat
the advancing brisk amber sunsets.
Submerging the world under
the reign of enduring starry nights.
The maples blush as Autumn whispers
the gentle lullaby of Winter's sweet breath.
Erasing Summer's memory with a crimson brush
preparing the golden landscape's long frigid rest.
before my very eyes right now
bottle brush sway dance for me and I get breeze caressed
and blades of grass all round me, my lovely quiet friends
over two yellow towers, a small wink flits across the way
chittering its strange works and seeping in all my veins
bugs marvel at this towering stilt
aloe of varied height, a neat semi circle round the being
protecting all open ****, still raw
I can cry out for pain, but I do not
I let it sit inside my mouth
like a throbbing tongue
till it goes away
or melt into the soil
that mother earth opens for me, in the wings of stunted dreams
I can reach up and pull a branch to me
full of foliage, green and brown
every leaf a miracle, just for me in this moment
nature dust paints much contrast and sensuous texture
I take your wrists in my hands and you let me to the hasty lines
scribbled in short hand patience
I had better be quick, catch that pulsing
I may miss the already camouflaged code
placed between your lips, a yellow rose
before the world
challenge credence and beat nerve ridden walk
and no need to butter up anything
what's true, is true
I adore you beyond mere words, despite this
dry salt survives absent eyes
expectations sprain and get crippled, hobble on
on crutches made of geranium petals
like a half boat on an arduous journey
to visit a season on another planet that I hold within this can
just for you
you're such the poem for keeps
no poikilotherm stem
tubes of beautiful green fluids
thanks to the extraordinary sun spill
of light in every breath
— The End —