Kissing water
Onto the citadel
Out splashing
The fish
New glistening
On wet lips
Answers come
In tidal waves
Never quite empty
Always quite full
Will you take a drink
From this waterfall
Are you thirsty
Enough to quench
Is there something less arid
Do the currents abed
Is this our moment
Next to black
Granules
If you were sand
My head would dip lovingly
Into your dune
If you were outer space
My heart would hang brightly
Over your moon
If you were ocean
My hands would hold lightly
Buckets of you
If you were a cyclone
My blood would run hotly
With airwaves in tune
Over your radio
Singing la la la la la
Humming da da da da
Wind chimes
Was that a miracle
On the hill?
Will you bring roses
To my dreams?
Possibly wrap your arms
Around my screams?
But really
I don’t actually want to scream
I’m handing you my bones
A sacred skeleton key
I just want to know you
Will you
Come climb the
Satin blue ivy
Walk the night steps
Crawling up the mosslike green
Into a bed
Where you can
Rest here next to me?
© GÄ
Poétique 