Poem: Reflection

 

Reflection

 

i remember the dandelions

melting into butter,

and ice glinting

one last time before it wept.

green erecting sundry thrones,

a zestful feudalism of ants and bees,

and April’s orchestration,

vivid notes to serenade blue.

 

we touched

blooming into each other,

supple of finger,

narcotic as poppies,

the sun riding your back,

my hands on your hips.

it was a garden of sighs.

 

now songbirds nest mauve

within sleepy suns.

and moons, they swing down,

ripe yet ethereal,

imagining your breasts.

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

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