A sweet puddle

A thin orange layered smoke of love strangles me

speaking your hands of love,

the arteries of amorous light.

Perspiration, Condensation

It shakes my head and puffs my hands

like a soft blow, a pigeon of my dream.

Dropping ink red kisses, purple waves

hushing me with blue’s of my words

and a strange noise, wrapped like a grey conch

or a sapphire on my wild tongue.

Give me a basket and I shall show you

inundate tales of pain, love, pain

inhibited in the black’s of my locks

indelible, water ripples.

touch and gone, a father’s pride

I shall show you

the wasted twists and memorable turns

my body sweats and sugar dissolves.

I feel the dust soaking my moisture

screeching, soiled pages of my old books

with the openings of nights and lilies, I breathe

and I breathe and I breathe. I try.

©MVS