we
might put credence in prose, many axioms, much more the forgiveness. jasmine
roses, mahogany eyes,
jotting
notes on petals. to joust with emotions, to jut out the chin, selected to juggle
sensitivities. cozy insecurities. cozen self-perception. different moods—the sinning
innocence.
some
contained frenzy, aside unfettered charm, early morning—one last greeting.
the
sweetest taboo. feathers on souls. an audience at a standing ovation.
seeming
to dazzle with ease, the mystic reborn, dipped in or sprinkled with water.
perchance to just commune, afore meeting on zoom, the times make for
adjustments.
the
bigger spirit—the tremendous heart—spring became the season.
minds
coalescing, courage sprouting, some touch in depth the invisible city. working
at it, coming to terms with it, refusing to let it settle.
what
was it—the reasons in skies—the blue blood devastation?
I set
ego aside. I feel crucified, mutilated, running across plush grass. I was
jealous for it. I wanted much
for
my inheritance. maybe an Anjali (divine offering); maybe a new component. maybe
pouring in at some hour.
like
I never saw you, or never heard you, why would it matter? so intrinsic, so much
nectar, as you muscle through the rites.
give
it to the suffering. such a soul of the calibers. magnolia arms, a napkin for a
tear, understanding my social standing.
like
a man with tickets, feeling a little smug, entering VIP.
II
it
seems difficult, around the gravestone, portrait or myth, jigsaw, pain, and
slavery. dreamwood. to confess loving promise, a fret in me, looking for
guarantee in seas. a machete to a soul, foal in the winds, upon a petroglyph,
as a witness, to vow until the end of existence. it came to me, many of the
most—in powers—there shall be—many adore you. unhooked. set free. gunning to
another region. or locked down, fraternizing, trying to remain mean. I walked a
long hallway. I paused at a guestroom. you sat, rocking softly, a novel in
hand, smiling over a page/passage. no other peace have we achieved.
