A love poem in the Beloved tradition of Rumi.
She dipped her fingers into the sky
and came up blooming.
I thought I had forgotten how to cry
until she moved me.
And on certain lonely nights
we would sit on her porch
and I would get drunk on her laugh.
Her giggle is a melody
that blows bubbles at the moon.
“I want to keep you” she says
then tells me
she wants to put flowers behind my eyes
and in my hair,
and teach my children how to fly,
through seas of green grass,
catching stars on their tongues
I could tell she was an angel
by the way she wore her gravity
The way her kisses
melted like Snowflakes
on my tongue.
Her taste lingering in my mouth
long after her goodbye
had left my ears.
I could remember feeling her wings
or was it
fluttering against my neck,
Her love is an aria
written in kisses
on blushing skin.