Fluttering Blue

You are a fluttering blue

A flurry of ideas

A heart to be chased

Your language too true for

the streamline of fate

Buttercups reach towards your lips

You are a favorite of dahlias

I cannot keep the acacias at bay

I watch the curl of your neck wrap

around my fingers

The aroma of your temper wafts

beneath my nose

I could recognize your scripture from

the other side of a century

Your hands are made of moonlight and bone

Tools of lore to capture time and flesh

Which you cradle to your ribs

Let sprout from your fingertips

Gift to the angels and watch

them weep tears of rhapsody

Watch you leave them in bliss’ lithe embrace

Content in their desperation to hold your gaze beyond

but a gust of memory

And as I lay back to earth

Palm void of your cheek

I wonder why I ever attempted to

keep you still