How might I sound the depths…
How might I sound the depths Of this unbridled verdure
That bursts forth unforeseen From the silken grass Along the edges of your watered eyes Glimmering helplessly Across a thousand lost Springs?
How might your light be multiplied Among darkened ranges
Lush with uncertain hands That glide conspicuously Along the base of my neck,
Coming to rest upon my lips, Where your name seeps in gently Through drip after anonymous drip, As I begin to recall The path your melody took that one night We planted emerald seeds In the dust of our leftover dreams?
How might the intoxicating musk of feral roses Enjoin me to dance
With the legerity of softened bones Sweetened and subdued By the candied spice Abducted from your fulgurant whispers?
How might I digest our song One last time
Until my heart overflows With the rhythm Of nocturnal Arabian masquerades, And Eden uncloaks And her naked silhouette Beckons me to rest?
Art: “Roses” Vincent van Gogh