The ImPact

Flock to the sea,                      
vines from the arms of rays                      
to where the phantasmagoria dotted eye  
folded into button                      
sat into the water's swell.                      
Trickling up hot moons from there        
and floating a closed anemone down in the cove. 
                      
Wipe your lids                      
in the camera of the sky.                      
Trace through the soul sprout with the rose-film cloud.                      
                       
Peer          
then                      
the face on top of the pigeon wings  
at the sculpt of the nature of you.                      
Closing still the vines over moons that double as blazes,                      
moons that are your hopes.
           
The viewfound stars rest on the swerving of the reflected salts                      
of the fairness of the waves in them,      
clapping congratulatory kisses,
if only by a nebula screen.                      
                       
Smile high into the wind                      
as that anemone, slippery when wet,    
runs her frame    
                      
in this indulgence:          
           
A mirage of flying islands                      
mirror you back,                      
in caricatures, but as the stars                      
perch in focus into the chest sprung on fusion cross-beat,            
the caricatures phase out. It's been definitely you afterall      
spanned out threaded narratives.    
                       
The others            
and            
myself            
sit on buoyant wind          
at the strings between the chamber echo    
and the type-keys in your throat          
along the timbering pitch of the atoms bridged to your Otherworld          

at the bait persuasion of vines wedged deep in anemone...    
opening, sifting in to the taste bud    
washed of in-tide,    
the vines spread of shoulders of light whipping back up the trench molds of the anatomical outline    
     
in muscle memory    
of what is felt in being treasured.