Smiles as timeless fervor
days satisfied with the chord of birdsong
as seminal virtue
which rock the body till it questions
and sits akimbo with passion
A letter removed from blue.
In this softness of your name alone,
a grace polishes itself into the tongue,
leaving the flesh worn and iridescent.
Winds tease the clouds lower over your eyes and your lips part as under a surgery…
I’d like to imagine sometime in the future there’ll be an alien couple, on a casual trip through the stars in order to forget the strife and resentment they have on their own planets and they will come across our earth and look on…