How many blues

image

How many blues pinned in swatches
of light comprise the thought of you?
The pinafore of daylight slips from evening,
bares denuded stars
and I connect them in their distant
definitions looking for your face.
Beyond all obstacles to love,
exists a sun behind each star: undetected
by spindly imaginations.
I cup my palm horizontally
against the sky and hold the moon;
is there any difference?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s