Golden Bird
May 21st, 2007 at 9:21 pm by Colleen (Colleen's Poetry)
Rising and falling, my chest recalls
a pastoral ballad played by a concert cellist.
In viscous counterpoint,
my neurons pluck at my memory a wild pizzicato.
Today, I sun dream of you.
Your wild, cables of cinnamon hair
cross my memory like it did your face -a lion’s mane defying Venus.
The crescendo and hush of our voices made a joke of entropy
for we were ripe and full with the fruit of making.
Now, the wine of the poets has peaked.
But, a heart shaped wing-print remains in my garden.
And by the healing tree, your gold eyes flash mischievous photons
at me under your lids – like you had treasure chests of Hollywood’s greatest bullion
and I were the worlds greediest pirate.
You are love and loved. Grow, green thing.
We are forever and you are now.