The sunflower leaned
against the burning candle,
fat. a quiet night
of sumptuous feasting -
notable,
the crème brulee and berries
covered in whipped cream,
two flutes
filled with asti spumante.
the cheers that took two years
to occur -
after a pandemic and a death,
but let’s
for tonight
remember the romance -
two sips…two bites
mmm…delight
full.
4/22/2022
Wayward stars seduce with a wink and a spumante brooch.
Enticing us to come near for a closer look.
To frolic in inter-dimensional playpens.
Swap stories about peace and plagues, love-lust and rage, war cities and cool glades...
Exchange recipes for hope and faith.
The stars plead with us to intermingle.
Procreate to advance our species.
Into a speed-of-light entity.
Capable of everlasting peace.
waters flowing fiesty down the stream
endless energy dartingly roaring
incessant rumblings of enthusiasm
under doting sun the giggles gurgling
freshness sprinting and cascading
simmering lifefilled and bubbling
in a luscious melody of breezy babble
twirl effervescent endless whirls of curls
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2023
She ventured limitless miles,
creating for herself, beaucoup
lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a
sumptuous home, nor in your
selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing
with daisies with no shoes or
socks.
Totally free, for she will never
follow you down any dock.
Beware,as she will intoxicate
you with her Spumante-like
mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and
play!
Always with a sensuous surprise!
Forever blowing kaleidoscopic
bubbles in your direction.
Thus, enticing you to taste of her
angelic total freedom..
Life's delight and indeed, its total
and sweetest confection.
August 8, 2019
8pm PST
Dark I stand, cobalt cold and chipped ice
to the touch. Like a jetty on a winter's day,
mooring empty, friendless boats jostled
by vexed waves; bullying the weak.
But there was a time. I stood like Vesuvius,
naked to your cause. And hungered
for that momentary thrust of raw steel,
releasing spumante detonations that
reached a soot filled sky. I resonated with
the intensity of platinum-white heat, ready
to shape your dreams. Before returning it
forged by my love and pliable to your hammer
Buckets of water would quenched your prize and
sent screaming rivulets of steam off to find a
haven from the heat. Then, standing proud,
admired our work, as an artist to his canvas
But, days passed into years and years into an age.
And from the corner of my empire, I watched
the spring of your prime, turn to the clay filled
winter of your day. Like the dimming of a lustrous pearl
And now your apron, hangs on its nail,
gathering collections of a spiders yearly
endeavours. Whilst motionless and resolute,
I guard your kingdom and await your return.
Ready to recommence the heat of battle once more
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