Saturday, May 15, 2021

Sun Kiss


Sun Kiss


The sun was on me
that day. 
It came
through the bars
selfless as my
grandmother's kiss;
 clover mead light,
sweet on the lips
of winter's dead dream.

I turned my back
on the itching of buses.
I forgot 
the black lilies
spearing frozen worlds, 
nova'd stars.
Promises overflowed
the bottles of my eyes.
For a moment
I even tasted
the blackberry vintage
of you
decanted before me,
then dust
once again.

May 2021

posted for  Fireblossom

Images: Photo, artist unknown Fair Use
Olive Trees with Yellow Sky and Sun, 1889, © Vincent Van Gogh  Fair Use