Lily.

Moth Dust

Like powder on my fingers
From having touched God
I rub it lightly into my skin
Soaking up the dusty love

 

Cherry Juice

Blushing
LIquid
Virgin red
Pouring
Her broken
Heart
Out

 

Cherry Pit

After
The
Sweetness
Before
The
Cold hard
Reality
Becomes
Regret
Spit it
Out

 

Strumming Her

Like a virgin ukulele
One hand caressing
Petting her
Fretting over
Her smooth cool neck
The other hand
Stroking
Plucking her strings
My fingers searching
For the Moment
She moans
And quivers
Cries out loud
Baritone bass
Her hollow heart
pounding

 

Slice in the Sky

Glowing hot coal
slender ember of orange
sprinkling diamonds
blanket of stars
sparks of sparkling sugar
tickling my eyes
this little child inside
wants more I
want more I
taste it I
crave it I
want to savor
save it for later I
turn away I’ll say
just for a moment
and it’s hot white
wonder

 

Stargazer

Her eyes a cloudless African night
Twinkle like stars of a hundred suns
I want to take cover there and love
Touching each one in turn burning
My fingers and lingering until I die

 

Copyright 2004 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers.