were i still

red rows fall flat against

viridian vertebrae that line trails

where my mind makes manifest

yellow claws scraping from insides

out

to know turns gray turns black turns

brown against the ground where

i stand alone

peach naked, arms out

pale to the wind and

rooted to the earth by

plaster pocked heels

against the clear rain

and a viscous vibrance

a misted field, an expanse

fans out from the tips of my toes

and flows down the berry coated

hills where you live in my mind

and where i can only find that you

those lavender thoughts,

pink swirled dreams with gloss

for edges on a frame of

tempered glass

an offering, a tithe

let down onto the maroon velvet

of a heavy gilded plate

bleeding gold, dripping gems

from those nodes where you

still live for me and i

still dream of you