STEEL BLUE

Mid-March returned with

Grey pearl sky of elsewhere

Summer

Familiar the opaque murky essence

Parceled into rectangles

Each pane the same melancholy hue

A solitary hawk

Frequent companion

Of my cloistered awakenings

Circled the oak

Lenses mapping

The barren view

The raptor decides:

A glide, a swerve

A clutch mangles

There is no camouflage for game

Beneath my bedclothes

Chill

Till dreams kindle remembrance

I gazed off the starboard bow

Amid the steel blue of depth and height

My vision burning umber

Again

The memory of an impermeable clasp

Again

Unmeasured brightness, unmeasured sorrow

The chaste huntress and the luscious cunt

Slay them

As I am spinning, spinning 

Spinning stained umber

I fall off into the roundness of the earth 

a poem without verse

each wave at a standstill

petals lightly curved

an abundance of petals

blooming fruit

a poem without verse

glimmering,

evening glimmering

           

            dream of the vigorous delights

yield to the memory –

dewdrop,

how it nearly brushed across your lips

a fragrant sigh,

it was ephemeral

the pleasure, the caress

            of roses, of love