For Chelsea

Twin laughter bellows off

Water expanse flickering dance in drops of dew and oceans

All above and below echo back

Middle as a difference not ever was always nothing

All shouting laughing flying loss and gains

All wings of desperate pathetic wonderous lust and blame

Not any of these but all forever keeping tame the language of letters

Balancing for pin heads twine cloth to wear you in your way

On your way your laughing eyes shut close dreams of

Trapping words wake you and let go the breath of now

For yesterday’s dialogue the echo and dance

The shelter and twine

Again, but again for itself a ghost of kind triumph onto nothing

A slamming jester, a pine box knot, a verdant lapse of tilling

Forwards in four words

The tale is but itself

In summer was blue, electric, stylistically gripping, shunning almost

Like sly fox jump at shadows and eat mice, playful and beckoning

In your power you stood and smiled all day, warm and proud of knowing

While castles fell in cards with wind at backs and doors let turn handles

Lakes filled themselves with their depth and we sailed out in the moonlight

White and grey nights in rain and shadows slipped passed our windows

Branches blushed buds and knocked at the frames

We tucked in and slept in earnest of our growth

And winter clear air brittle skin tears into snow with lips to catch half

Lucky to have eyes for us to well into, they too are for laugh lines and love kisses

And you had some of the brightest and bluest waters one did ever sit in front of