We Are Now Shooting Stars

Please don't tell About the ashes now Lips on lips Sips on sips Each other we eclipse Mounting far and far We are now shooting stars In every rise There is a fall After every call However tall There is a silence We don't Embrace present and future Simultaneously Normally Please don't mention The ashes now It's just the melting ascension Ingrained In this tantalizing tension Fingers and palms Busy at festive bombs Water on ponds shakes Splits Rainbow hits Passion cracks the core Laid open all doors No after, no before Just soar and soar Bards below With dynamic oral lore Higher, higher still higher Crimson arrows of fire Embroidered with shooting star flowers Those deep and dense towers Pink desires High and further high Lifting me into space Igniting my blue night sky Flooding my reddening face Closing my dizzy eyes You the shooting star Both explode and implode Shake off the lilac load Both create and destroy In glittering joy Both descend and ascend Negotiate the bends At the magenta moment With no end Burning churning Dashing flashing crashing Our whole being Into intoxicated nothing You commingle me With the universe My shooting star Sun swirls Moon twirls Earth whirls Dazed disequilibrium this is I am not afraid of debris _______________________________ 16 August, 2019 Shooting Stars Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron