A sky as wide and long as the tower that Rapunzel was held within and from which she let down her hair.
A weave that will be hand died with the colors of a rainbow that brought about the tears of children from laughing as they ran through fields of unending happiness.
They will be held forever in time by a color as soft and discrete as a constant appreciation of the tenderest ticket passed through hands of a whisper with a scent
Blowing from your lips and the froth that spreads over the water after a wave passes under me
Blue galaxies tucked between the edges of a ceiling near plastic candy wrappers
strung to layers of butterflies still in their rising from the ground to the ceiling
A flock of needles that point suspended from a dozen wet lips curious that at one glance could appear and the second glance disappear
Filled with ladders of life woven so small we will never see them in their natural habitat.
Gorging hills with mouthfuls of grass soft but turning yellow preparing for a winter that feels more like a spring.
The solar eclipse concedes a wavering pulse of electromagnetic charges uninterrupted. Feedback loops dwindling up around with no nicotine today ladies.
A truth held in my pocket to be fondled and caressed for longevity with dreams of fountains that burst quietly oozing the heat of flesh and blood.
