Kissing The Sky

I alone see the snow-kissed

Silvers, flame-drenched lips

Of Shiva ocher and reds, and

Sun-spun oranges within you.

You’re film-emulsion black

And silvered by the self-same

Dragons who gift the clouds with

Their hoary hue, with a kiss of smoke

And breath scented with sulfur.

You’re sunset soft

And shadow lavender,

Fire-gold and sunrise blessed,

Tiger-Lilly’s envy. You’re

Steeled November ice, a great

Dragon with silvered eyelids slumbering

Beneath the ice. You’re wheat-gold and

Promise sky.

You’re the crushed velvet of

The night, interlaced with alabaster stars.

You were the day upon your shoulders

As though it were woven of unspoken promises,

And yours alone to liger around your person.

You paint the skies with your vibrancy,

Lit the lanterns of the skies, and eclipse the glory

Of the envious moon. Your autumn-scented smile

Is on the verge of altering the ways I see this weary

Sphere. So breathe my secrets to none but the stars.

I adore your every shade, my liege of the night.

My ears have room only for the music of your voice,

And my eyes only room for yours. I adore your every shade.

Paint me this new sunrise, and let a mere shadow stay by your

Side. For with you, I kiss the sky. And I alone can claim that

I know the flavor of the clouds.