walking toward the sweet reward of burned sugar and chocolate
passing scents suspended, fresh grass, diesel and fertility
disguised as a soft reflective cloud casting blue beams on pubescent fruits
soft skins of delicate silver veils and costume jewelry
her lovers and children circle for none penetrate her consummate stratus
or discover reclusive noxious molten landscape swirling beneath
breathing in her breath of silken ice, her legs wrapped around you
sweet and glistening pearls fall away and float in spite of physics
how dare I fly and walk at the same time?
Gravity knows no forgiveness, becomes enraged with such attempt;
but overhears laughter as I roll and tumble and roll again
for the adventure is journey and journey sublime.
As laws redeem themselves the wheel again is pushed, momentum gained
still I am laughing through an opiate glaze
remembering the freedom, running in the wind through fields or warm sand longing
on the very top shelf in the right corner of my mind dancing in flowing skirts
barefoot on hardwood floors warm of gracious rotations
surface never cool enough to be hospitable- but the sky!
Sky beckons and welcomes for sparkling wisps of promise (or promiscuity)
she can never love me as I love her, both her curse and sovereignty
beauty encapsulated, ever isolated longing to feel the imperfect superlative
sugar on my tongue and the slow country walk gracious from pain and habit
kissed by her stellar halo for I am of the veil of mist rising between the hills in the distance
from such valleys filled with magic flowers, stardust and mysterious tales of mythological beings