tea for two

Tea for two

Similar hues
of that moment, reeking of tea and spring flowers,
now lay suspended in
familiar epiphanies of past roads. And the shoes
we wore out on the ones untrodden;
their coal-charred still-life negatives
hanging, drenched in life.
Our skins spoke lesser and lesser.
And so did we.

And old summers of love
floated alive
in their feathery closing
of your eye-lids,

Cotton-mouthed love it was,
glistening like gold in irises burning
into angels;
their eyes mere shadows.
Grown on earth, pure and brown. Our amethyst ascend into
the moon’s eye,
now blind
in our illumine bubble of sun’s tears

But we did not look below or beneath.
With the sun in our conjoined aorta,
never did we know
that the sun, skin and shadow
share same blood.

Now in the memory of our dawn,
I FIND NO SUN
in the ground beneath
LAY GRAVITY DEFLOWERED
in wooden eyes before, in the mirror
I FIND TEARS

And the reel shrieked across
the soft grass of daydream stupor,
the projector moaned in pain,
and the eyelids turned back into grey.

The slow weightless amble of our eyes’
beloved curtains reveal the amethyst
glasses of our summer wine.
And our possible pasts
and single-bed linen garden
of Eden as gleaming as it was, would be.