Splintered

with spindles bosky and silhouette

we perforate the sky, such brittle regret

yet once we stood crookedly proud

resplendent with leaf

so elegantly bowed

.

do you recall when our roots first touched?

you shivered

sending squirrel from covert lair

wooden glances; your arborous armour

barked “beware”

yet I advanced with patient seasons at my side

supporting nest of solitary wren

a foliage crested bride

Sweet interlude

how treasured the luscious mango

full lips seek only the sweetest flesh

in strands of sun drenched gold

pull from stone; slip and hold

eyes laugh, I behold

the succulence of you

in your scented,ripened lair

but ...shall you share?

.

juice runs down the chin

glance invites a nectarous sin

papaya proclaims

it’s time to begin

.

tauntingly, we hesitate

transfixed as

fruit flies congregate

their syrup souls to immolate

A Moment

we hear what we we choose to hear

staccato of ponderous piccolo

amidst the woodwind flurry

or tense tympanic tantrum

to harmonize uneasy worry

.

we feel what we want to feel

clutch at a single stem

to let the thorns bury deep

why not instead the petals

velvet soft in palm to keep?

.

we dream what we want to dream

that even the barren meadow

basks full

so full of sunshine