Among the feathery downs

of dark,

and silvery quiet,

I find you,

time and again,

the filigreed stem

of a lush red rose,

a night kiss

sealing air

in shuttered mourning.

By tenderest shoots,

nuptials chance

a star’s violet gleanings,

Souls, in turn, twin

to a greening

grown true

in hearts ennobling.

To perish, gently,

in a siege of love,

every last wildflower

the smiling face

of a memory,

basking,

as you cede

to the cradle

of warm dream.

By solitude’s star,

on any given night,

a twinning may occur

to praise phenomena,

our bodies, alight,

infused

with never-ending

gospel.

your body,

charged

and opening,

receives me

in tenderest vein

and history,

recalling

rain-faced flowers

as petals

glisten

and bend.

Sincerity,

with the price tag of ephemera,

in passing, promises flash,

scar, and then perish.

Classic ghost story,

you have haunted your own life–

No man’s epitaph.

Bride, groom, wedding cake,

frosted take on instant dreams–

Honey, hold still, please!

With center in place,

growth happens behind our backs–

the cosmos abides.

Summer night, Brooklyn,

girl’s desire for ice cream–

Melting, time’s passage.

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