June 10, 2013
Dandelion seeds unfurl a white thistle sky.
She is dressed as a ballerina in clouds.
Eyes around her are flounces of poppy petals.
She is imperturbable beauty, an entire forest of tall trees.
Her dress: a dream theater and underneath her dress the sweet spot.
They told me about it.
I searched for it myself she said; higher, lower…
A communication that loses itself in its own endeavor for a
body prefers to understand beyond words.
This way- that way, your body adjusts itself against mine.
A wave laps against the seashore, a
merge of in and out.
You are as much a part of my body as a lover, sweet spot.
Your pleasure moist, a mirror of agate soul body,
Agate smooth skin that always knows the way….
First published in poetic diversity: the Litzine of Los Angeles, April 2014