Cerulean

The sound of the planet
unzipping itself in the subatomic
uterus of your breath
fogging up the
the back of my neck
making hearts with the
continental swirl of your
fingertips looped in
aquatic reverberation
subtle anticipation of a child
rubbing its socks on
grandfathers carpet
looking for a wished for
shock as our bodies
jilted and clanged
into each other
at first that night
when I turned
around and made
out with the meadow
of your forehead
in front of everyone
I love, thinking
of this refrain,
screeching
monochromatic
karaoke swan song
lapse of nuclear waves
crashing into the
gulf and shoreline
beneath your neck
you bit my wrist
when I took you to
that place
where I create
playing box car
children beneath
the mast of the
grand piano with
my cousins when I
was four and how
I wanted to kiss
the stars out
from beneath your
lips one elongated
moonbeam pebble
at a time




--Scribed for Rochester Scout who gave me a word....