Monday, March 30, 2015

The secret of dark matter

It is strange when my mornings aren't warmed 
by the smell like costa rican coffee
 and one more quick spoon 
before we fully surrender our nights 
to our day. 

The wordless peace 
of fingers and legs 
binding us together. . . 
anchoring our bodies 
safely to the earth, 
our branches, leaves 
spiraling into a jade tapestries
clouds spilling through the fibers. . . 
as our minds float beyond floors 
and roofs, 
past the bravest bird, 
the lighest spiderling 
sailing on a rainbow thread. . . 
past satellite eyes 
into the fabric of the great dreaming. . . 

that is the secret of dark matter
the hidden ingredient of the universe my love. . . 

far below, 
we let free happy little sighs,
into the softness of each other's necks. . . 
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