Fly the Clouds

We fly a vision, and part the clouds; and velvet rose, a touch

Of love; and so to lust, a feeling bare: a pleated psalm, a

Saintly glare; and subtle praise, a woman’s skin: a sunny

Roof, a kingly sin; and swami tears, a need to fly: a tunic

Flame, a holy bride; and omic flight, a woman’s mind: a

Yonic stone: a rooted vine; and walk the breeze, the wings of

Wind: the rites of love: a voice and pen; and die the heart, a

Woman’s worth: a need to love—despite the curse; and fallen

Sword, the cords of birth: the wings of death: the breath of

Earth; and deep the Christ, a torn extent: a lively vine: and

Peter’s tent; and sore the heart—to love the sin: a tragic pain:

A broken wind; and fly the waves, a captured thought: a need

To woo—a future sought; and fly the clouds, a need to sing:

A tenor voice, a tree of swings.