Seething gray inches smoothly
Through big, West plates
Filled with faithful evergreens.
Morning is too soon, but
Swimming vines, gripping softly,
Simmer the stew of life.
Pliable comets of bodies of silk,
Velvety lotions of wild hormones,
Promise of a day with no other agenda,
Adoration blooming without fear,
Shaking with bright foreshadowing,
Not waiting for the blackness to
Smother and scare the gray.
Hoping explosive, calming reds of
Evening to come will fuse the old,
Broken grounds of love’s history.
Dreaming anticipation of
Cushioned, soft playgrounds to come
Will forbid unwanted guests of
Torture and hopelessness.
Knowing that hope and those
Brilliant, deep, blue eyes
Will conquer the meaninglessness.
Let her work, God, please
Let her cover me in warm chains of
Silk, comforting with blue waves.
Please let her protect me from
All of the evil, heavy swarms of
Vicious wolves who love to harm daily.