April

 

April

 

She was turquoise thoughts

bathed in orange light

Waves lapped at the sand

and at her feet

She was salt water blood

with petal skin

She was cat eyes and glass bones

with a voice that was sun raise

Shining through grey skies

She crawled out of winter

Free from sin

  

 

He was more June

Tangled in yesterday’s hues

Vines touched him like fingertips

Dreams in yellows and tangerine

Voices only in songs

sanctuary kissed him softly

his eyes were somewhat sea glass

training for endless sleep

swallowing sunrise hues

forever chasing sunset

forgetting Octobers

and Februarys

Sometimes penciling in

An afternoon or mid morning appointment

Never allowing shadows to interfere

 

Monet Fielding

2008