Will you tire of me soon
Or sometime after the new moon
Resides behind the sun
In mornings cleansing dew
Will you look for me at dawn
If I’ve wandered out along
The sandy pink crystalline beach
Outside our cottage later on
This coming weekend
Looking behind the smoky glass
Ocean waves slip and crash
Over and up to the gold beige edges
Kicking rocks over cliffs ledges
Illicitly standing at the crest
Watching light travel at its best
Nonchalantly climbing
Through the cracks of
Olive serene soon to turn leaves
Suspended over the oracle of your eyes
Out of body while you sleep I
Swiftly discover that you’re the prize
This must be what ancestry famed
As what could be known to be alive
With one another
If there is a heaven made of wings
Forever hinging on beginnings
I’ll look to it for answers
I’ve seen the outline of your feathers
Which in turn resulted in
Confirming every single one
Of my suspicions beneath the sheets
When something inexplicably
Was tickling me
© GÄ
Poétique 