Nature’s Necessities

a ceremonial love where futures lie 

testing themselves against the great dust of the sky 

crimson dreams flit from eye to eye 

in a desperate siege for resolution.

and the fog rolls in in its mint and blue 

with a stone pricked lining bespoke for you 

and a sweet bird sings in click, whistle, hum 

the tune of a whale that waits for sleep to come.

cotton fern inky raw 

puddles dripping over clotting floor 

shadows of eastern winter moons 

breath as worthy as your father’s doubloons 

it shines in the sun 

the gold that runs 

where the animals go 

stygian undertow 

pretty flowers pretty flowers pretty flowers bloom 

trees curve solemn mystery an unlit room 

the hairs on your chest and the bones on your skin 

seek back to the place where it all did begin 

those rather timid flushes of a carrot twilight 

grit in the earth and facile plight 

highlighted memories tepid tomorrow 

happiness joy anger and sorrow 

polychromatic shapes words 

all slot in their place 

a bliss to be heard