| Brush Sunrise
In a dream just consumed, I feel myself Rise on a newfound crystal purity, Inhaling Vecellio breaths that burn me Through the swift ardor of this vision passing. And though I am assuming no virgins, A cyclopean cascade of the softest flesh rushes me Skyward to the roaring tip of Mont Blanc Where I see the most delectable set of cerulean eyes In a cloud that is misty and flat as a stingray; Though in its brevity as it collects my very spirit, I discern that it is distinctly feminine In a wisp of champagne tassel and pallid leniency That pulses from fingers pulling me� Moth orchids� lazy lapping kisses From the nerves of my own steel tips� Into the white ghost of her breast. I come To her bed, at sunset, in a pithy moment of time Where colors clash and momentum wheels us Into becoming one flesh above the earth�s last spire Of moon and sun as winds whip acrimonious songs. I take her; and she takes me. And we blaze a night of disarray through placidity, Hesitating only to bid morning a good night In finite gasp of breath before satiation, before collapse. I wake in a tall grass, cocklebur suffering me To know its tease of apathy in heart-shaped leaf, And brush sunrise open with a lucid smile Beyond even the skill of a Titianesque shade. As I rise to startle the rest of the day awake, Etched like a mirror in my hand, I find a pretty Favor of a moth orchid kissing open a blas� dawn, And experience the first taste of Zion and beyond. roadpan � 2005 |