Crystalize;
Solidify
The roseate
Dimensionality
Whose symphonic
Chime
[When illuminated
By the disillusioned sun]
Tings
Softer than a
Bell;
Coats your skin in
Nevada.
I press my lips into
Your sands;
Taste the
Expansion of your
Hands,
Broken by
The leather of
Your
Western
Wayfaring.
I am bone fingers
Tracing the
Precisely
Carved
Plateaus
Of your
Split-screen,
Mojave,
Chest.
Your maroon
Lips blossom
Into rose
Rocks.
Poetry
Erupts:
Low, rumbling cadences
Ricochet off
The rumbling chorded
Throats
Of
A caved,
Navy
Night.
Sheer,
Steel-tinted curtains
Of breath,
And hesitation
Drape
And
Un-cloke
Themselves
As you whisper into me:
Soft smoke
Transcending
The atmosphere;
The moan of your
Mouth
Seeps into
My skin
Like a
Toasty,
Rising,
Translucent,
Morning.
Our transparencies
Experience
Fuchsia
As they cascade:
Splicing
Moroccan oranges;
Tracing the white lit
Hems of night.
Night:
Where
My mouth is
Still pressed against
Your
Neck,
As we draw for breath
Beneath
The
Chilled,
Iridescent,
Twilight of
A
Silvery
State.
