honest lies

so i gaze into the sweet

past lavender fields and winter wheat,

coast about in the vee, then jump wake.

into the deep horizon

before velvet cantaloupe with a twist of cloud,

ahead of the banana sun, i know your

bare toes slipping up my summer skirt

and i sing welcome, i have been waiting, 

 

we make such loud and blinding light 
neighbors pound on the door and

strangers ask to come in,  for

bread and coffee, our sea blue walls,

and the music of woodblocks clop,

for the percussion drive, the double bass, and

for the poems said one line at a time,

i love you.

we are midnight.

trips to the vape shop in bathrobes

and we are motorcycle hair and

waterbeds full of swimming salmon,

 

with one peacock on the table and

one goat on the roof,

and shoplifted yellow flowers

in a small silver vase.

so i gaze into the sweet 
punch through chocolate pudding skin and

doing the hustle in the basement with the bee gees on blast.

please scratch my back softly hard,

and i’ll bend past it all, recall the spells of

lust and love and know that

the fables that instruct us are the

beads with holes too small for the thread,

slip knots and spoons

folding finger by finger, as

you translate the lyrics from the portuguese and finally,

i understand why the sound is muffled

from behind the mirror.

we are whitened wood masks and

blown glass bowls, we are bamboo leaves, and

a certain shade of turquoise.  sugar baby,

sugar face,

you with the perfect

german ch,

you concussed me with your no.