I
stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass.
The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums.
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings to grow,
So that I could be really fly.
And then she arrived,
Like day break inside a rainway tunnel,
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines, like high noon to a
drunkard, sudden.
She made my heart beat in a now/now time signature.
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes;
She was the sun's painting.
She was a deep cognac color;
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city.
She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet and full for her
mouth to hold.
I said, "you are the beautiful, distress of
mathematics."
I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new
fruit;
Give you lightning and thunder as a dowry.
I would make the sky she'd all of it's stars like rain,
And I would make the heavens your cape,
And they would be pleased to cover you.
They would be pleased to cover you,
May I please cover you?
Please?"
One of the most romantic things I have ever
heard!