Mon Coeur

Asking lillies that sway without-moving--
Airless lungs and neurons- to reflect
Fantasia wallpaper flowers for moonlit clouds
Cutting goosebumps with migraine plaits--
Inbetween aging turn signals into tinsel shapes. 

Behind my eyes- I see us graying with feathers
I explain why the raven-- is wearing his skin,
But the beginning doesn't understand you
Waiting
In ambrosia fledglings making magnolia petals
On-a-drift-of-your hair a-windy-melody processes
Ocean life; death.

We adapt-shaking my rainbow shelter with patient feelings-
Of nowadays; the ice is cruel not absent tears loving--
Briefly on leaves, in music; with spores and lavender hands
Because our time is breathing upon each others lips.