The Common Flowers

Had I not seen you closely I would have missed the truth You and I share the cup teeming in the pink of the youth The waiting nostrils inhale the flavour of the black coffee Both of us look into the mirror and look for the poppy When the stars arrive at the red and green study window We though oceans apart form the flame to melt the snow The fun and wisdom that play out in the owl's circling eye In our poem we incorporate them in a way they never die You excel in painting the vampire and the luncheon guest I widen my eyes with wonder and rue at my hollow chest We've the same wavelength as we raise the standing wave Our wine glasses cheers as the keen ocean kisses the cave With the fragrance of the foliage we love to fill our lungs We love the lurching moonlight as on our lips it comes Isn't the lamp more eloquent as we walk the same passage Leading to the poetry of the bonding and the grey breakage ____________________________________________________ May 9, 2018 // Art