Looking down the barrel of the sun <br /> I bewilder as the sky begins to patch itself <br /> with watermarks <br /> <br />... where your fingers touch like flower petals <br /> meditating around my shoulder <br /> brushing the nape of my neck... <br /> <br />And rain tears falling <br /> paint vertically the smears <br /> where rain trails, slipping towards gravity <br /> in a parallel universe that bleeds <br /> <br />... our hands laced as ribbons <br /> in fabric silked by allure <br /> a hint of charm and a sprinkle of charisma... <br /> <br />Streaks of wonder illuminate <br /> the only tissue breathing in the heart <br /> lost in caution <br /> <br />... music seduces our feet in mirrors <br /> pulled to gliding in voluptuary turns <br /> tempting smiles from our eyes... <br /> <br />And I heard the faint whisper of the engine <br /> sail towards the end of sunset... <br /> when every moment you touch <br /> blossoming in daisies behind you... <br /> whispering life in the form of leaves <br /> as I wait for them to fall<br /><br />Everest Fox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-with-daisies/
