Dream Date with Scarlet and Bob

Prehensile

When the winter sends the snows between our doors

The music pours incense through corridors

The white horizon starts to roar

The Spanish chord of a distant train

The engine of an afternoon

approaching, bearing thoughts of yours,

Under quilts and pelts and freezing rain.

And if your windows reflect on mine

Our ricochet glimpses glint and shine

To numb the pains of temporary time.

Every crystal bud presages

A sanctuary hint of August's massage

As thawed and fresh unfrozen we meet

In adoration unadorned.

Butterfly Ballad

When I compose you by night
By brushing so lightly
Mumbling lyrics by heart
Eyes closed, not tight
Inside the dark where
The veil of my lashes embarks on,
Emboldens,
The cascade erotisme of light
When you emerge from the edges
Of solitaire columns
Hazy ribbons like saffron
Curl the flavor,
The violet creation,
That purges your purple of frozen fright.