The night spread deep blue lakes of wind
as our yellow lamps flared on,
my hazel eyes born of sought dream, city
evergreen, thorn home and supple shoulders.
The night spreads deaf honey, our throats sought wings,
moon planting quivers of blue silver in reach.
Gray-blue sweeps into spruce, mirror, alder,
pain and rose, our salt bodies soak in each other.
The night sung indigo hymns, bats flew from caves
and our various parades revolved over flash avenues.
Iris blue to sienna brown bloom open in sight and vein,
hope and scheme, speech, distraction, vase and sky.
This night tossed ignition keys into flame and step,
and I spun slow with a windflower in a yellow dress.
O, how this night spreads open, naked, wet, arms,
thighs brown as I dance inside your hot breath,
lips and tongues, your finger-tips
tracing the salt opals in my back.