We are infantile in a velvet sunrise
Sticky in the morning light
Tonight the moon shines
We play connect the dots
You to me in the heavy air…
With soft giggles, my velvet pen knits
Rows and whipstitches,
In the comfortable greenhouse
That sweetens the Empire State.
The quarter that dabbles between birth and dying
The cloth painted green before amber.
The cold air stings my lungs to inspiration
Velvet moments merge.
Tie-dye footsteps cross time to my cashmere crosswords
The grass bends in the velvet heartstrings
Hybrid air waxes and wanes
Formed as honey hearts.
This caress of earth
Calm. Collected. Cool,
Touch. Touché. Translucent.
Thickens in the reality of heart.
Our footsteps move
The ballet folds of your eyes
Velvet fabric of time ripples
This innocent kiss of wind
Brightens my autumnal heart
With earnest air turning chilled…
Open glass ushers you in;
I look out upon the teenage asphalt
Breathing in blue
I run the sheets around us
Lost in the cotton caress
Your austere skin is bound to the sun
Soft in the one-way road
The heavy decadence sings
Velvet air only runs downstream
Nothing to the silkened ink of your skin…
Nothing to that velveteen hazed night.
GZRW 12:50am 09/18/13