Blue Sky on Fire

 

A Blue Sky on Fire

How do I tell you what logic applies the break pedal?

Gut feelings press the accelerator to communicate,

To share, when I know you know, and to say it is to

Break the pond in the month of May and

The swans are swimming and paddling in place of

Waddling out there on frozen pathways

I would say I am amazed how much we are on the same page, and

The book we are writing together has thousands in a handful of days, but honestly

Nothing in my life has resonated such a sense of clarity

As the feeling I have when I look in your eyes

Peering back at me with scalpels performing surgery

On every question, want and fear I have ever had.  

The perspicuity of the feelings I am feeling shine out to me

As simple as the sunrays on an afternoon laying down in the grass and

Expecting and seeing the clearest of blue skies,

Knowing the sky is blue and you are you and

These are just so simple to see and as wonderful as they feel

In an ironic breed of connections,

I am not amazed, I am not surprised, I am just living in a lucidity of life. 

This is not infatuation, This is not some pebble skipping a pond,

We both know what this is and

The days we are counting don’t allow us to exchange labels, but

I know we both know and that is so peaceful and exhilarating.  

And I don’t need some Hallmark paper fold out to write this to you, because

I know you know where this is going

And sometimes I pinch myself too, but yes this is happening.

I wrote in my journal of letters to the wind about you that

“I would not change one piece of her in her beautiful humanity,

We fit and click like a puzzle piece of so many intricate turns and curves and

Together this severed clouded bit of colors smeared all of it merges into

The clearest picture hidden behind all things separated for too long.”

In my life and my words in the past I thought I knew love

And reflecting myself I know I have known none

Love is reciprocal and a duplicate profession and reception

Between fractions of a whole and my offers were coffers

Of a half breed mutant of love, a man to her werewolf, a boy to her vampire

A daydream for a nightmare in waiting and how can I say love in that taking

Of reality to the stoned truth in my hands like exercises in waits to know

The true taste of true blood, of humanity on fire in the boughs of true love

And I dare say this is it, incendiary and smoldering in the hearth of our embrace

And I have never said or written these words until here, but I know today,

So why wait those three words