Poem: Wavery

 

Wavery

 

carried through another night,

to look is to feel

on this bridge of you and i,

this spine-like arch of memories

 

which floats warm but not so safe

amid deserts, snowfall and Tarot-faced leaves,

and then back to our duets,

this intimacy

 

of brio and cadenza.

 

the moon speaks in splashes here

on swirl-painted waters,

each sparkle a wavery footstep

athwart innocence and time.

 

the sun pullulates 

with billions of lit minnows

birthed by our sexual songs,

and when we turn to look back,

at the treasure chest of our hard-bitten and 

yet effortless aspects of trust,

doesn’t it feel we have been, you and i,

everything and everywhere,

 

among tides of chameleons and petrels,

seducing each other to dance

across so many worlds

and elaborate shores.

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"pullulates" and other stylisms honor Neruda

4/6/26 ... heavy mods... difficult love poem

4/5/26  started with eds... needs more