THIRTY-SEVEN

8pm and clouds mist around our mortal dew
electric beams made day our sky
and we prayed
some interval clear.

I saw you
fading lighting night
silent suns
in heartbeat tones

The ground swelled to water
past shadow stained glass
ridden with the orbs of molecules
of our skin's
air tempting love making
hot tea drips from the light
and we held and danced in
illumination
and stooper.

after the sirens marked their flights
we clung from hell
yellow bulbs
amongst 9 to 5s
so silent
together we lay the
crystal drops to thundering seas
amid the breasts of spring
dormant lusts of terrible winters
gliding
falling
to crash.

so see me through

and see me by.

-Music in Regine, 2007