it's the guitar strings that tricks
my eyes into believing i'm afloat on dance floor
fluffy skirt held by thumbs
one foot paused, as if on mid-air flight
chin up, ears perking to drum sounds
until a strain of notes limber
like glass blowing into a bubble in one exhalation
your lips
curved, rolling back, slice of sun-dappled wave
You lift me, as if we are crossing over the threshold
The edge,
I don't keep watch over your shoulders
As you set me loose, in a twirl, in a loop
To catch me again
Swaying,
The long moan of dance snaps,
dilates, wraps a fire
seething like first day of summer
All the words are not enough in the flare & tumult
But for your eyes, stormy in the after shade
And I am breathing hard
Pulse stirring, my appetite
leaps like an arrow
threshes in the crest & down your back-
And we are dancing again as if the night will never end -
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is a halved peach,
swelling of sugar, red
on your tongue, rain
We keep watch of summer fireflies
Flitting of orange red
Dazzling of lights, a symphony
Cloaking night with silk threads
Let's stay
under the stolen sky
twining
As two seed pods, marking
Time a bandit, for come sunrise
All too soon, we're parting
The above poem follows Robert Herrick's stanza form:
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I carry the darkness of the moon
Its scar is the long shadow swelling
on my cheeks
I am packed and ready to go
To northeast meadow, my pockets
waiting for summer
I want to know what you believe
for us: are we reckless like black crows
or growing as taproot
Here, where the seasons move like clock
Red-tipped, guzzling of morning dew
Brown-fallen, nipped by evening wind
Tell me our story again
How we met, how we watched dawn
tiptoe its feet above sea tides
How you kiss me so slowly
As if time is slow twister, kite-tangled
As if time is language, lost in your eyes
Let me not lose my way
Let me not shatter into thousand pieces
ink, thistle, seeds
before I find
That it's you that makes the longest day
sun-dappled, delicate silk as dragonfly wings
Let me come back whole
Let me remember & touch you once again
My second skin
My wild river
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I braid strawberries
on my hair,
vanilla blue shaken, I
preen searching for right
combination of
pivot & percussion
spices & silence
much like
sugar & tomatoes
hot chili & chocolates
salt & freshly ground coffee
to say my words
pepper-dashed, sultry cream on your tongue.
My head is a pickle of contradictions
Which you don't mind at all
I pucker my lips
bloody ruby, half bowl of moon,
& wait for you to
read my scrumptious invitation.
One thing I'm not: brain-
washed lobster fingerlings in your soup-
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I cup your face with my hands
like white tulips
in full bloom
But then everything with you
is a bud
or flaring leaf
when the moon draws its bow
to amber our skin
with harvest of the season
The sting of joy, lilt of crimson tide
engulfs me
Mingling with a taste of sorrow
for fleeting moments of spring
Double-edged, the night orbits
into its own mystery-
We can't carve nor grasp it
but in silent reverence
let it wash over us
speaking its own words & perhaps
bearing flowers so rare
we melt as if our bodies are on fire-
How beautiful the moon rises
now
As I embrace you
with all tenderness in me
Whatever words brim on my lips
is inadequate, language fails me
each time
I love you
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