through hidden tunnels in my cranium
coping with twisting images bleeding
each lane. I hold brilliant geraniums,
wondering how you’d accept my feeding
your soul with beauty, your aesthetic sense
with purple Bloody Cranesbills. Would you fill
a Chinese carved lacquer vase with incense
and herbal oils, then paint a tranquil still
life of this sculpture supporting flowers?
Let its endless spectrum stand here with us,
study us as we caressed truth for hours,
massaged each others’ temples? Let’s discuss
how simple and fair our night treats lovers,
how there’s more than bodies to uncover.
Roger Armbrust
June 16, 2010
