love, like clouds
~
new weather forms at first
one heart speaking of mist
into the others reply
a deep and scudding sigh,
or a surface scurried over
~
cumulus
a thing that banks on high in puffs
or tumbles sweet like rain,
stratus of fog veiling clean intent,
all snug
such fathomed surety
in the eye of the sunset looking down
~
to know inside another heart?
look out o’er billowing forms
look up and the sky bursts forth
in weathers of the wind’s glanced light
he’ll be
or in the moon all ringed
is she,
their pearly atmospheres on high
~
what tumult there
in lifted light
their forms of mood endure
a winged world, aloft in which
plumed pens can veer, and twirl
and must describe
but never know
that scented sphere
that lives
~
in memories alone
when skin revealed by touch
all moods within their shifting sky
that parted blue
and parted pearl
that flushed to pink
and then to rose
that rambled gold
in dropping dew
that sped o’er landscapes
when all was new
~
or formed a nightscape sure as hell
where the hurricane
tore from their forms
that thing that makes us now
lovelorn.
VALENTINE BONNAIRE - WRITER 