It’s the blue twilight
that interests me the most
like the Indigo morning after a snowstorm
or a full moon in an orchard of dancing trees
let your mind wander and play
like an escaped convict of the subconscious
tearing through the gates unarmed.
I let my guard down
those mornings of misty eyed
from lackadaisical sleep.
sensual erotic air falls to the stillness
of the sunrise.
exploring dreams and fantasies uncharted .
I am so honored in this moment
My heart is about to burst into a million particles of
light and love
The truth and reality of the situation
It matters to whom
I asked in the long run?
All the justifications in the world
won’t make me dance.
Nor denying this growing feeling
that escapes with a smile
each time we meet.
In the corners of the world
I am here