Nubile dreams of an unborn woman.
Fair feet that dance through the weather.
Thick and thin veils of rain you
Caress the skin of clouds you fall
Magic and sweat percolating
your balmy disguise.
Tender breaths freeze in lines,
still smokes of passing time.
As the sun shines,
on a golden cascade of inimitable ribbons.
Travelling bandwagons of the North.
As the teeth of your memory melt,
Into her honeydew mist and the
Sweet sorrow water pulp of
Yesterday’s forgotten promises and joy
rest on your tongue.
Never cry a river, while you await a paradise,
The silhouettes which fleet now
Only within your reach to see ever,
As much as you seek forever.
Never truly anybody’s, never truly there.
Where Gods are lesser creatures and myths walk
And the mist of rising dawn unleash
The argent face of morning fields.
Your lips that held the secret of her navel
and a night,
that was held together for your desires,
by the wings of seraphs.
Shroud stitched in the corners with
the whispers of the oracles
that will never blight.