Chasing Sunsets

And we keep chasing these sunsets

Realizing in afterhours

we should have shared more kisses

than words.

Your warmth keeps finding me

as I race backwards through time to keep you

young and beautiful,

fond of me and

my golden ways;

these golden days

always returning.

As you are almost gone I garner the wherewithal

to look directly at you.

I tell you 

all I've ever yearned to say;

declare you my Sun King

as you dip down below,

but I must remember

you burn,

not glow

all over my skin in a skein of tangled wishes

we once tossed into the billows

like copper coins.

My lilliputian form stands still 

against the rails of it

as my will declares its constancy and watches you go down

I take with me this ebony flow

this solid peace-

I know

 you, also, will not go out.

Swirling

The kind of blues you give me

Are the good kind

Teal of the sea

and seersucker on sails

and my mast set for the magnetic unknown

with you swirling 

Blueberry 

Tangerine

Cyan

Tangelo

Taste the spray of it on my skin

Anchors Aweigh!

Known

We are chasing suns

Going backwards into time

Facing forwards

I look into your very clear eyes

Those two brown lies

where truth lives still

the seat of your soul

empty as fairground chairs

a day past close

Sun set on what you have told me

don't worry

nobody knows

your stare alone told me

against the concrete wall

and with these two kisses

you are now 

known

Worn

The funniest thing

I write about those shifting times

Perhaps to soothe you 

or me

Make sense or art of it.

But most times I have tears behind my eyes

Joy in the amount of love I carry for it all

for you all

and only in times when I perhaps am worn down

like an old coin

do I let them fall

my force a resplendent liquid light

I can no longer contain my love solid

but allow the change of form

Astounded, still. 

Angel of Now

I promise to always be your pop of color

To always look in the hidden corners for fairies

To leave glitter where I've sat

To be your angel of now

Flowers

My the beauty you've seen

Oceans surfed in your turquoise eyes

Yes, take me there

with your kiss

And with your body

pull me into tribal fires

And with your eyes

Drown anything in me

not covered in flowers

Swan Dive

This round, light swan

dives another adventure down

Feather drift soft befalls

skin glowing last orange gossamer

scented tangerine

baking clay and salted glitter

these small details I notice in the service of love

you have turned my blues to aquas

my pinks to rose

my tears to Chardonnay

and my heart to palm

in this chapel

of woven fingers

I hold thee;

a marriage or sorts-

to freedom

sealed with the last cadmium glow

of a pomegranate kiss

left on this,

our bronzed aged horizon