reclining in your love

is an old sun-worn

children's swing

let my feet off the ground

to set sail in azure skies

you alone are thunderstorms

unanticipated doorbells

colors shining in ripples

over fire of wild brush

I never meant to find you

on that sunny sidewalk

in all that lilac-scented air

sweet cologne that speaks

of men in old, nostalgic films

take my hand, transform me

onto that imagined screen

we will never see

the dead end signs

on this road to glory

how do I expect you

how could I have known

your voice floats above jazz

streaming from the corner lot

keep me distracted, my dear

and we won't glimpse inevitability