Matinee Idyll

 

 

 

Avocado lunch renditions

shadow the siesta tapestries

 

 

breezing fenestral

                           beneath the summer fan.

 

 

Its air ripples stale currents fresh

against the heat’s pungent ostinato

rippling sidewalks. Dreams of azure

 

 

      lapping                                                                                                     

 

                        cool against the naked heat’s crescendo

                        pulse

 

                                    lapidary casual foreplay

                                    to shadow music’s nectar

                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                                        overture:

 

                        an afternoon           

 

 

                                    of water’s whispered pulse

                                    and sunset’s distant wings

                       

brushing your dusky flesh,

                                        its ballad intoning our dawn

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over Again

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

The indelible ostinato

feathers its fenestral breeze,

an innuendo

                        from azures past.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Tapestries linger under lapping sunsets.

Sky’s last wings fly to shadow & memories

of dusk.

 

The coming darkness                                                                     

ripples,

                                               

its own crescendo

                                                                                   

 

            the dawn:

 

                           a constant, waiting,

 

            to touch

 

   the water’s lapidary overture,

                             its distant

                                   

                                                pulse

 

                                                         a music

                                                            of nectar

                                                                  jeweling sun