Spring poem
silent learnings
precious stones
a n d
wondrous
r e m e d i e s
The sound of sobriety
and the smell
of
t i m e l e s s
deaths
Insinuations
fake propriety
full-on minimalism
u n m a d e
b e d
spring remedies
Tag: senses
tiptoe
I tiptoe around
this, my
d r e a m
garden
as you undress
my thoughts
with d e f t
hands
a bright
blue M o o n
just won’t stop
shining
even as
the t i m e
comes to
w a k e u p
ice tickles
Moving on
with life—
enhancing
m o s
o d
/ ice won’t
break
as you skate
o n /
Drawing
on this
sensual,
s l i p p e r y
s r a e
u f c
/ enraptured
by those
i c e
t i c k l e s /
Feet moving
to the sound
of a
s i l e n t
w i p r
h s e
/ ice won’t
break
as you skate
o n /
An ageless
s u p e r n o v a
in this
perpetual
w i n t e r
s
k
y
ink tickles
i write on your page slightly tickling your skin with a white f e a t h e r dipping my finger into the porcelain inkwell— so delicately moist with i n d i g o i n k my soft strokes very lightly caress the most sensitive creases on your p a g e i take my dripping finger, full of sensuous thirst, and autograph some verse bites on your back c o v e r and all night long i keep writing free rhymes until you drunkenly fall a s l e e p no need for more words as smudged ink reveals i am about to lose a bird of my own f e a t h e r so long, writing lover of mine— here is one last indigo ink tickle for your g o o d n i g h t p o e t i c d r e a m s
LannaZee 