Your lithe form
sculpts monuments of insurrection
upon my careening eyelids.
in the depopulated wilderness of my heart
I traipse hastily
through stabbing blackberry vines
straining to capture the elegant flutter
of your voice;
like a butterfly
suddenly arriving in a still forest
you serenade me with rolling waves
of brittle-but-beautiful silence.
I am a moss-covered rock,
whose jagged edges are embraced
by the subtle textures of your flourishing smile.
how mother time’s
like a blissful noose
around the necks
of her abandoned star-children.)
In this exquisite palace
of infuriating splendor
I am but a tuft of feathers left
on a lustrous marble walkway;
preened from majestic songbirds
with dinosaur eyes
I softly slide
across the calm void
my ever-hungry heart
eternally stalking the violet skies.