Sunlight and droplets of water
are sparkling diamonds
dancing across my neck,
my turned-up palms
are filled with golden light,
and the turquoise sky feathers me
with kisses.
A stirring in the branches
of a jacaranda tree
sweeps across my eyes, blueing them
with shadow.
September’s oranges are plumping,
yellow splotches forming
on their dark emerald shells—
an invitation to a far-off harvest of sweetness.
The navy-coal cloak of midnight
wraps me in suede, clinging
like a crush—
with the flaming ruby of my lips
repeating your name
on the low-howling desert wind.
Hey, look who's back! A veritable rainbow of a poem with an ending that could be taken as stark, or passionate, or even both.
ReplyDeleteCaptivating, immersive and heartbreaking. It's splendid and I really enjoyed so much of it. I especially loved the ruby red lips and howling wind along with Jacaranda tree. I don't think I've seen one but they look beautiful. You hit it out of the park (again)...
ReplyDeletereplete with saudade. a devastating final line ~
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