PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

one day someone will try to explain us

& there will be words.

you thought I was going to say

there will be no words.

no,

I’m certain a word has been invented

a storyteller has been birthed

for this never shallow fleece-lined buzzcut potpourri.

this kitten on the run from the law.

this magic molehill chime crash.

this less-than-night mountain huntress.

I know there is something to say

about the way we fearfully lustfully depart,

the free sassy jumping jacks catching my gallop,

this kaleidoscope fever we can’t seem to scream mutter down.

there is snapshot art for this goat chase,

fanaticism for this serene intervention.

you will know how my whisper glows,

how messy the snakeskin under my synapses.

shoulder the deftness to bring us a mission in a bottle.

a call to poets,

here learn how overwhelming the iridescence blows through.

press your finger to my blood garden,

your tongue to this naked bliss.

I am missing this like an onion crater I can’t keep twisting around

my scarcity reactionary to your noisy scent

burning veins swallow our autographed lightning

do you know how high I hurt to be still?

the least echo of movement

that purple skies have ever spit upon.

someone will try to name this lemonade summer evening

we have fallen into,

call it the swirl of skin

sitting evoking the splendid mirror water,

and it will not even come close.