The Trace of Night
I want to fall in love with you...
Rip-roaring mad, free!
like scarlet silk ruffles through soft
and wild winds across orange-soaked faces
of yellow daffodils-
breath soaked, stained in words unspoken,
caught and captured in colored glass
fractured-
shattered shards of red drenched heart
forgotten,
Lost-
fall aimlessly, unfounded
in the blank and blinding stratosphere.
A challenge to the very impulse of faith
You, a manifestation resurrected
in flesh and blood!
In. Whole. Heart.
Your heart, rests on the center of lips,
ripe and puckered bloom on the tips
of a resounding, yes-
Yes, I want to fall madly in love with you,
I do!
I want to spill into your skin as twilight
falls into stars, just slip away
from this world wildly bright and collapse-
Collapse,
Cracked open
Into the dreams of day - -
- - But of night
You are a phantom, an apparition
a blurry emission of pastel haze;
purple, pink and blue persona
the illusion to which my ache
is never quenched yet, your call
haunts me-
The Trace of Night lies thick on your name,
hung by the necks of a thousand soulless
tongues as winter, drifts by... and by… and by...
Oh, cast your seed across bachelor button
fields, spread wide the hunting ground-
Conjure the calla lilies and call upon me!
Call forth a sonata of blue-masked birds
only my bones can receive,
unbounded by the blazon, blueberry sky-
Let the planet ring!
Hear it rave and ripple
just underneath the whale's song
as earth, quakes and trembles begging stones
to rise in soil so that life, climbs back
into the very pulse of my blood!
My full body entreaty, trails
the scent of my desire on your flesh,
It Burns - -
- - My eyes
can only draw upon the breath of your gaze
so that my fire, the blaze inside you-
knows that I-Am with you too.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
I want to fall in love with you...
Rip-roaring mad, free!
like scarlet silk ruffles through soft
and wild winds across orange-soaked faces
of yellow daffodils-
breath soaked, stained in words unspoken,
caught and captured in colored glass
fractured-
shattered shards of red drenched heart
forgotten,
Lost-
fall aimlessly, unfounded
in the blank and blinding stratosphere.
A challenge to the very impulse of faith
You, a manifestation resurrected
in flesh and blood!
In. Whole. Heart.
Your heart, rests on the center of lips,
ripe and puckered bloom on the tips
of a resounding, yes-
Yes, I want to fall madly in love with you,
I do!
I want to spill into your skin as twilight
falls into stars, just slip away
from this world wildly bright and collapse-
Collapse,
Cracked open
Into the dreams of day - -
- - But of night
You are a phantom, an apparition
a blurry emission of pastel haze;
purple, pink and blue persona
the illusion to which my ache
is never quenched yet, your call
haunts me-
The Trace of Night lies thick on your name,
hung by the necks of a thousand soulless
tongues as winter, drifts by... and by… and by...
Oh, cast your seed across bachelor button
fields, spread wide the hunting ground-
Conjure the calla lilies and call upon me!
Call forth a sonata of blue-masked birds
only my bones can receive,
unbounded by the blazon, blueberry sky-
Let the planet ring!
Hear it rave and ripple
just underneath the whale's song
as earth, quakes and trembles begging stones
to rise in soil so that life, climbs back
into the very pulse of my blood!
My full body entreaty, trails
the scent of my desire on your flesh,
It Burns - -
- - My eyes
can only draw upon the breath of your gaze
so that my fire, the blaze inside you-
knows that I-Am with you too.
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
