phoenixing

 

Perched on the windowsill

Breasts pinched and cradled by bent elbows

Skull blossom, palm sepals

I am home from work

and boundless

Slow stretching clouds glide like heavy ships

Over a shadowed city that will soon turn green and furry

A song plays

Its sweet melody reminds me that I should write a letter   

But the sun is sleepy and me too

Pink-cheeked

I nestle into the open frame of infinite blustery azure

Yellow hair flits like flames and golden feathers

Teases baby fluff on spotted skin

Sinking sunlight penetrates my mind and splits

Big blue fills me

Vibrating and buoyant

Walls and glass melt beneath

My body suspended in dewy sky

Moist and glowy

Ships break apart

Gently fading in the slow burning hour

Fine gossamer rafts somehow hold my weight

Crystals cling to softness

Push through pauses

Expand space

Hexagons and emptiness

Inside me

The little potted saxifrage

Wind battered and bowed

Kisses my arm

Tiny red lips

Wide-eyed and teetering

Out of the blue

I am in my apartment

Reeling my hooked spine in from the ledge

Flowers in hand

Dream drunk

and humming