This Time

Get me above this ocean

for I need to see stars

and seed my wishes

with solitary purpose

I will be great

this time around

and later ascend

to sparkle

diamond night

and be your wish's

sticking point

Cheers

Cheers to this life

And the swirled paths leading us to the simplest places,

And the way water washes away a day,

And to my ability to fly above terrestrial storms,

Cheers to these snowclouds below 

and their peach painted crests and indigo eaves,

And to winter beach shells

And fallen fall leaves

And to farewell taxiside kisses

And to welcoming warm embraces

And to both strangers and familiar faces

And to one becoming the other

Cheers to what we may discover...

Relight

You keep relighting the sunset

Waiting up for me

Un-lating me

so that I come through

your doors

gracefully lit by tangerine

and let you teach me to find

the early moon

And I re-promise

I'm coming home soon

But it's hard to unlearn mars

and its magenta stars

but for you dear

i will re-pretend

Cracks

I flutter and fade

Between these 2 worlds

Overlaid light

and faint gray noise

Cracks through vintage hue

of memories stored

sorted and named

but you were always through

those cracks that

crack like a sullen storm

through summer,

the simultaneous crash

of the whole of heaven

falling in drops

Peacock

Our excess

Champagne never let my lips dry

Gliding on your touch

which hovers me

like a rainbow

And zippers follow 

hungry fingers

Nevertheless

What has 

been made-

this music of feathers-

is made in stone;

in the bones

and will float forever

in unending drift

peacocks weave in

they don't even feel the shift

they make a scene of 

our quiet

effervescent

love

our royal cobalt indigo kiss

but one can not 

rush my blood

and I don't spread these colors

for just anyone

so as the zipper falls

and I come undone

be amazed for me

in the blue blaze 

of a non-repeating heart

and let our excess 

be our art

Touch The Art

I am a living breathing work of art.

Don't paint me into corners.

Don't frame me in.

Don't brush me off.
But shade me,

Give me your richest hues,

Ice me with delicate highlight and the adornments of detail.

And lastly

Please don't museumize my gentle canvas.

Please enjoy me in this life.

Please touch the art.