on this rosy day I am Guinevere
lost in your gray gaze of isinglass
over my left shoulder, a bandoleer
of daisies woven with lemongrass

give me the crushed grape of your lips
the silence of red dirt under your feet
and my skirt � the wind an errant whip
driving us to hide in empty streets

where the weather is unseasonable
and your dreams nail my hands to the clouds
no bird�s nests here unreasonable
and even in lowest evergreens bowed

you live both here and there, aloft and low
I have your ear, mon petit Van Gogh



�2006 by PJ Nights