poem 125 of a poem a day for 2012 (NaPoWriMo13)

the ghost of a rose

in

the neighborhood

of trees

spread dreamt

full fingered

I outstretch for

a blind more

like a loose garment

slung or hung

to whatever corner of

skin and bone

I can

quietly

quite

quickly

stick to

silence

hand-waits

for every

clasp-return

of a little prayer

I sent

for you

unfolding them 

burrow wings

that till-row

each birth

gardening my

fertile memories

each ripening

of dance

between

shadow

and light in

tumbling chaos

pillared with

fight and flight

between

the spaces inside me

that can save me

from my permanent

arrest warrant 

and can keep  

my heart and mind

from getting smaller

and smaller

with each secondhand

that goes whizzing by

without you

crows lose their mouths

for more ears at night

wait for Dawn to pick

the remnant crumb

gestures of 

a heart's

kindness

passing glances

are passed off

as observational artistry

and loose boundaries

that come

into focus

when I smile

with what Love

can do to me

when surrendered to

at the spill edge

of the horizon again

bleeding myself

into poured paint

into inkwells

I feather quill dip

my bending

my intentions

my every mention

for you

onto paper

into words

that flesh

my soul’s calculus

in the spaces inside

the neuro-chemical

electron fields with

whisper apparitions

of you

all that

I desire

being alive with

is deep

in the drawn

circled scent

of you

I find myself 

at home with

in the dark

EJR ©