I am
Like baby's breath
And skin
On a summer day
And the milk
She just suckled on
While cotton candy
Drifted across the
Wind
With buttered
Popcorn sprinkled
With sugar and cinnamon
Mixed with
The skin of
My lover.
I am
Swimming in spices
Marinated with
Olive oil
And artichokes…
I am
The sound of that one high note
Hanging in the air
With the Tibetan
Crystal bowl
Reverberating
Forever…
I am the
Feeling like
That baby's skin
All hot and
Warm,
Unmarred yet
From life
A softness
We all try
To recapture.
I am
The color of
Chalk on the pavement
The first weekend
Of June
In Larimer square.
I am
Fuchsia so neon
You need sunglasses.
I am
Yellows to put
Sunflowers to shame.
I am
Moving like a dancer
Who has forgotten
There is an audience
And can only hear
The music
And her own heartbeat
She is primal
And fevered
In those
Gestures
To the Muse.
I am
Love
Cross-wired
Through neurons
Expressed as
Poetry.