If the truth be told
do Fibonacci patterns puzzle
like the sunflower seeds stumble
or tiny fronds of ferns spiral
into the golden ratio of the galaxy
sparking forth a cardiac rhythm
peaking with a ventricular stimulation
a tricuspid valve squeezing swiftly
pumping life into collapsing lungs
flickering light into a newborn baby's eye
rainbow feathers twinkling through a shadowy sunrise
floating lustrous and lighter than air
a robin's egg bluer than a Caribbean horizon
waves humming the shore into a sandy trance
as baby turtles swim towards a turquoise sea
or sitting atop a sturdy branch
overlooking a radiant redwood tree
yellow flowers demi-pointe their petals below her trunk
as tangling branches reach for a starlit sky
crickets sing a sonata to ambassadors of another age
how an opus of prismatic motion
tumbles below a swirling cloudy sky
while miniscule concertos humming
but a riddle rotating in an ebony abyss.
The wind moves us
Even if accidentally or unwillingly
I love a great slab of life along with an extended slake of thirst
I love that there is an intense need to curl into a shell
When others spell out life by computer chips
I am the antediluvian agency
I occasionally get mobile via bivalves
Or tricuspid consistency
Only
Due to my mammalian genetics
As I watch the kinetic possibilities of moss
Determined as a scientist with fingers made of air
Now the trees sing in a special aria
I love your face
It's ridiculous with all its perfections
And
You simper
At the thought of this
Which makes you even more free and worn comfortably
Around the edges
I join in when possible
Landscapes reheat me to the core
Love Watts Geothermal and Kernels of the 5th dimension
I'm boring through your ventricles
I'm being terribly invasive
My quiet warm breath
Keeping measure and pace
To such meticulous work
Fills your four chambers
You don't feel one thing
You feel everything
So close, so intimate
My eyelids flutter against your tricuspid valve
My whole body is fluttering now
Because now
With my lips brushing against your aortic rigatoni
I am swimming inside your deepest being
Your heavy pumping heat
My legs now dangling out of your pulmonary noodle
I've become miniscule in this glorious museum
That keeps you alive
Forgive my exit now, my darling,
This time in your heart has changed me
You are the force which wobbles this reckoning world
This I realize
Miraculously sliding up
Your superior vena cava
*Matthew Caliri
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