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Blues for the Blue Dawn
Strings sweet in air and rain strong,
Notched note for note upon
The soft refrain of star-fall sighing thru
The drowsy lamplight and spectral fog
of wellaway memory
trance'd atop
the disembodied dance, the start - and stop
of partitioned day;
while spirits swell and curl to suppose
smoke lickedt swirls of repose
from the terrace
of the lavish, languid west;
as her lips full
fused to my kiss
verily verily
and never left.
I was bold in that moment, you know, and sure,
untangled from the conscious indomitable, uncoy
and fearless
at the throat of the world,
as lace-fine fingertips of moonray
glide alongside
the gradual ridges of your body, held now
clustered a-round my tumbledown heart.
here the conversations twirls
like red rose in velvet black demure
to touch
all wordless loveliness
that beauty knows to be truth and pure -
to hold
the soundless magnetism of the heart,
& to drink down the dawn, O
& to be content in her arms
suspended forevermore
in lockets of poesy'd ember
and all marvelous December
of memory
bowing boulevards thru the snow
gray to red and silver glowing
from the heart and racing outward,
in molten rivers of violet ether
from lichen Venice
to Venus exquisite, or wheresoever
Love may chance to fall.
;;;
Momentous operatic and hullabaloo ! What a
world to sow, dear small Cupid thou,
to put tender hearts to the coals,
To render fey love
in chain-links of porcelain and sterling stardust.
Here where my mind is wine
and hers is crystal still
aqueous in the mist, Oh Miss,
as if from slumbrous Heaven spilled,
in ringlets of sea-sky and pastel
amendments for a world skewed
to despair.
Here the dialogue is mysterious in frostfall,
now melting slow, to pour
her naked, perfect, and healing warmth
down morose halls of my soul.
And here the garden is groomed amethyst, reflecting
the Sun shine with a happy human face, and bright,
and like her eyes,
blinked once, twice,
to bend back the tide of black night,
to sift the snow free of its chill
& to let us float for a spell
in azure pools of jazz cool,
only me & only you,
to lift fallen fire from the floor,
to whirl invisible sax against windowless walls,
and all the doors of whispered swoon;
to illume the swoop and crystalline glow
which lovers hands bestow;
now to twine us in time
upon liquid avenues of seraphic gold
and to spoon greatly needed spoonfuls
of Billie Holiday and Chet Baker all around
oh
almost true, almost so,
while the hours flit, and stroll,
and go,
let us weave the fibers of the song
thru our one and forever Love,
and never turn.
;;;
and all is gleaming on glisten'd wings of high romance;
and all is sun-touched and flush with psalm;
and all is safe from those storms of old, and the harm,
& here your arms wrap full fortresses around
the multitude of tremors
that fill me bodily to the core.
here all trouble is stalled,
and grief forgotten
in the glimmer of your form
that art so right and warm.
- and here the refrain plays again and again,
bleeding music thru the mind, and enchanting
poetic processions of piano'd mistletoe wall to wall
with lips of rhythmic wonder, and caresses
of meticulous morn,
alive with the sound
of soul
pour'd over soul
in the undivided blue
of dawn anew.
Starry Night knockoff sketch by sketchy Caliban Dregszzz (he being me)
Published 9th Feb 2013
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9th Feb 2013 2:40am
Anonymous
9th Feb 2013 6:27am
Just so beautiful, the atmosphere and the creation of words, such dreamlike virtue!!!
