drala

dancing upon my skin

dust motes bite upon cardamon bones 

jeweled glimpses of always

shadows 

light

the pace & breath of now:

yellow shirt

plaid mini skirt 

untucked hope
yearning to collide against 

1,440 minutes 

of 

summer's blossom 

sun thirsting

thunder bursting 

windows down

to Springsteen, Dylan, Taylor 

hand tucked beneath your blue jean leg 

forecasts a succulent promise 

your skin drips vanilla-nutmeg 

upon my tongue 

capture me for twenty-four hours 
new day in summer's heat 

lemonade cooling 

slow moving 

green grass wafting to welcome 

backs arched 

arms grasping 

breath barely lasting 

listening to crickets

under a firefly strawberry moon

we drink

we laugh 

we do

for 

every every 

sweep sweep sweep  

of the second hand

can we slow time's sweep?
can we cherish the sunbeam of breath deep?

before we know--molecules slow
the rising scent of earth & forecasted autumn rains

awash in apples crisp falling
calling the cooling 

cooling 

richness clasped to clary sage 

leaves they turn brown, red, gold
suddenly cold 

chilled to winter's gifts--

bracing wind to arms embrace 

snow leaves a trace 

falling 

falling 

to these 1,440 tick-tocks of Fleming's clock 

take in without clinging

taste all--celebrate touch 

collide beyond breath
-not asking much- 

these stolen daydreams 
shadows & light 
sun returns 
by
fires chance....

dance