Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Skeleton of Words

Morning makes its appointed rounds.
I see a rainbow
painted on eastern clouds
with a dry brush.

I've bound your song
to my arm,
where my heart beats.

Your smile scampers
up your cheeks,
and sparkles your noon-tide eyes.

Your honey lingers through twilight,
through branching streets,
through dancing shadows.
Your honey is a rainbow song
I wrap myself in like a blanket.

This thin skeleton of words
is the fragile shell
I've constructed for your dream.

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