cloud veins split with a hot glass crack
rain peppers the trees cold
the energy splits and floats down to where we stand
my hand holding an umbrella stem
your hand wrapped around mine
effervescence flows from skin to blood to heart
my foot puddle dodges
presses a leaf into cement
blood orange paper
veins that once held life
veins with pen marking connections
canals carrying blood to your heart to your skin to my skin
you glow like the city’s reflection on the sound
waves of your voice transfer life
with sparkling invisibility
1 comment:
Thank you...
Beautiful words expressing the worth of humanity when open to natural stimuli. Wording that cannot be worded is always the trick. The endeavor of explaining the inexplicable opens oneself to the scrutiny of those who cannot see what you see. But there are those who see what you see, who read and ingest and dissolve your words into their own psyche and rejoice in the fact that there are others out there that see what they do.
Thank you...
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