Poem: Reflection

 

Reflection

 

i remember ice glinting 

one last time before it wept,

and dandelions melting into butter,

the green erecting sultry thrones,

and those zestful feudalisms of ants and bees;

sundry orchestrations,

vivid of April to serenade the blue.

 

you and i, we touched then

blooming into each other, supple of fingertips, 

caresses as narcotic as poppies,

the sun riding your back,

my hands on your hips,

a garden of sighs.

 

now songbirds nest mauve 

within a canyon of sleepy suns.

and the moons swing down,

ripe yet ethereal, nightly so elegant, 

imagining your breasts.

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6/21/24  .. mods mods mods

11/14 stylistic mods ... mods, mods, mods... 

11/13 "to serenade blue" replaces "beneath the sky."