Out of Sight

tell me a color I'll say something juicy to you I picked my favorite fruit by palate hues too bare feet shed more than dead skin exposed limbs transport knowledge The Nature of Things tangible and intangible unknotting wisdom happens in the course of incidents through touch and YouTube a scholar of humbleness and chance that suits me alright earth burns nose detects it your dinner is ash wind spits fireballs your face feels insulted gloves are functional for that cold which can both murder and preserve drapes discourage your voyeurism I won't catch the peepers can't imagine you outside the lights of fruits flowers flavors or the kiss of seasons the glossary of onomatopoeia similes and metaphors but I think of you picked out pretty window covers -a passionate plum- for your advantage keep a well-perfumed lawn too and this bouquet of yesterday-today-&-tomorrows like the hedge of saints' prayers prunes the darkness found in you