Your word has a way
its propellers discuss
how long thoughts descend
growing a forest confession
Your look is a brook
flooding my feeble cells
with the whole of Akasha
blinking lashed energy wells
Your hand forges soft
shapely weapons of air
every movement bleeds a moment
armories frames finger's decor
Your feet I have rarely seen
but one day your shoes
were left nearby
and walked away with my blues
Your absence is a witch
that conjures my heart
to float into your palm cauldron
to descend into the dark
oh these silly games we play
lyrical tales stab our waters
to resurrect the reflection
of the Sun's lunar daughter
oh these moments we share
crab snapping at my toes
tugging me to a new shell
to try among the driftwood rows
oh these verses and vibes
betray hidden incarnated games
everything we've lost
is stored into forever's frame