it my heartbeat?)
thoughts have twisted the light through the rain,
ray a color-basket falling from the clouds,
as each moment burst upon me,
have felt the pressure of your image on my eyelids.
were sounds that both startled and made unsure,
a galloping mare, there was a sensual power,
rhythm of stride, or was it my heartbeat
an alarm, as my kisses flattened against your mouth?
must be a temple with monks who only gesture.
hear only the faint voice of a bell with no tongue.
I answer what is beyond my power to imagine?
me back my words and take my kiss instead.
prism gathered dark, winter clouds from the sky
the blackness of the deepest thoughts,
as the tiniest hand pulled petals from the flowers,
a perfect sky, that shown only blue.
have held that moment, just after dark,
the touch of kiss lingering on my lips like a confession,
open windows of my heart telling every beat.
I closed my eyes, but they told you everything
~~~ by Michael Chaussee