lowly burst
of orchid light
spoke to me this morning –
reciting now another tale
of voices you forgot

to bring to me
with apricot
a coffee cup of bourbon
and swirled between the leaves
of summertime –

a mystery surviving
as time was surely true
with chances still to take
and secrets told
dream the part
where I am yours –
and you my only weakness
write it down
before the night grows cold

burn the wick
against the grail –
and pray the harvest matters
more than these few pieces
of desire

lay with me
the winter –
and I shall not be hurried
to plant your seed
where now the ground
is hard

but strangers cry
and pastures sometimes grow
with no one looking
dandelion wishes
melt into the light –

clover tied to
hummingbird –
as silver leaf to luna
slow the change of colors
marble eyes
to spy –

come the dawn
tomorrow owns –
wake in me december
steal the story I’ve become
the orchid to confess