Picturesque Propinquity

Written: February 11, 2024 ______________________________________ Features: fugacious fascinating beat I saw smoke, but no flames in sight I caught a cynosure of elusive heed Fourteen redolent rifts were recorded Oddly scripted, akin to grain ears or stalks of rhubarbs in diaphanous vibes Love came, wrapped in dulcet skin Upon palms with comely lines, ceased. A seraglio within a flesh Where a vase holds a full moon And a drape of hues: tan, blue, and gray. Pink echoes linger in the same vase As drove of doves drifting down an abyss I hit a home run with white silk rope wings And forefeel fountains flowing freely where my dreams are the hue of spring In a diamond outfit, I'll reach paradise Slowly, I caress the lavish swirl of phloxes Adopt time to hear your dizzy murmurs. Why is it love-shaped if it's not mine? You query A vast stretch of soil shrouded in mist Dawn rises from its decor of the virgin sky. My love for you remains unwavering Love is trapped on a limb, suspended in the air Whether stored with mustard or soy or fragments of an unfinished haiku The heart of love calls for a spry stir by milk-stained palms and sour cream A heart so grand, burdened by weariness. Today dawns with a pristine sky For the scenery and the stream slashing across ropes of sapphire A blend of cyan and white. I discovered this to be accurate To love is to shatter the gates of heaven Stripping a night star from its vastness Only to put it in a desolate roof garden even if it blossoms for a single night Only to perish the following dawn My shears sprang to life, ready to trim I may have loved the size of the cosmos, In a fleeting point, unguarded and sublime. Enamel strings and skeins entwined In love, everything seems ostentatious Words extravagantly rhymed, flowing lyrics Crafted in vibrant shades of captivating art.