Sunset always arrives
within the blushing wind,
like twilight’s curtain closing the view
of a sandy horizon.
The salmon sepals of a celestial sphere rise
sparkle and glisten,
I stand to my exhausted feet to
breathe in inherent words basal....
Not the kind that ephemerally diminish
into vapors of whispers,
but those that soak into pillows like
frost in hot cappuccino when it melts into
Summoned by constellations
Preordained to covet and shelter.
Eclipses of inspiration between
each faraway cavity of a new comet
transporting my wet secrets
gently across the high point of his skyline,
like illicit romances of flirts, winks, and sighs.
His inhale locates mine dancing in a
sodden in infinity.
Searching for a cosmic queen to place
in the core of his Orion.
I feel his christened verbs…
globally warming my intellectual gifts.
He moonlight me with perfect zenith,
I could give him the world vocalizing
ambiguously around my proses,
but I’m not coy,
I recognize what to wish for when the
ensuing meteor in his smile develops into
beautiful sentiments circling me like
mercury orbits the sun.
Our verses could get lost,
we could get caught
in this boundless verbal space…
where poetry copulate,
trying our hardest….