With more
Of you
With your chopsticks
And clay fruit.
“Pen. Pineapple. Apple. Pen.”
With cleansing
Dirty jokes
Ear worms
Need new ears.
FAQ: Frequently Answering Quenntis.
Whistling under
Water tunes
With mermaids
Telling tales. Ready?
Set? Stopping to go!
FIN means
The end
Without marking
My final destination.
Infinite lines like bending.
I’m fine.
Thank you.
Really.
I
Am.
Give me melodic fragments of sunlight
From faraway stars
For this subtlety of twilight
Feels skin deep.
Give me a fool’s moonlight fuel
You caught in crystal honey jars
For my harmonic ephemerality
Most spiritual in luminosity.
Give me your radiant smiles
Hung from pierced ears
For your lips hold depths and breadths
Pursed full of soul songs.
Give me all your senses
Scrambled into vital nonsense
For a true sense of life
Filled with sensual wonders.
Give me the heart of a mountain,
The bones of a petrified tree,
The lungs of a long cloud,
The stomach of an active volcano.
Give me morning dust motes as notes.
Give me prayers and fiery meditations.
Give me space and give me restful noise.
Give me an existence composed of self-realizations.
Give me your repetition and I will give you me.
In a circle place:
A song sung pure,
A rhyme rapped true,
An empty notebook unopened,
A naked hand holding a quill pen,
A lost love supreme,
A forgotten memory in verse,
A stopped watch with hands bent,
A selfie of unborn me in an empty womb,
An eye from the back of your head,
A shout sealed in a whisper,
A dancing sandstone statue,
A white oyster inside a blackened pearl,
An origami shadow folded in the dark.
Circle five impossible truths.
I will arrive clad in your miracles,
I will wear these miraculous masks,
I will be your costumed wishes,
I will ring falsehoods for your desires,
I will exist to cease your summoning.
