We could sit on mountain tops
somewhere ancient
and play with the sky
we could create a universe
and blow existential bubbles
shoot them with cosmic fireworks before they pop and imagine the invisible colors
we could go big and bigger or collapse into thumbelina daydreams
I could show you the math
we could breathe ,
it's a start , a slap on the ass , a gasp
- exhale .
slowly ...
we could flounder , crawl or walk uprighteously
we could dance
hashmark rhythms , the maybe of freewheeling fate
a bell - let's run out of time ...
we could be afraid
stab ourselves with the pain of needless how come's
and why
did I do that
or never again
- love
?
come closer
taste this
it's honey . golden ambrosia
delicious - it's a curse , waiting to drip from begging lips
- I want more
- again
you like my eyes
how they are pried open by the tease of
the unknown
the
swirling in the clouds
for something new against
the odds on favorites , just now chances
as yesterday swallows today and the glass is half dirty
"another round barkeep" - they'll have the same
how boring ...
we could save ourselves
unfold the world and rub our fingers along its origami creases
ugly ducklings waiting to fly south to
glittery avenues of something better than
we could reminisce
we could read palms , eyes and hips
we could make up words and wear them like veils
we could sing
we could fall on our knees
just to hear our self talk
we could give up
forsaking arguing for the sake of
crossing ourselves in layers of that 'let them eat cake'
fondant history smoothed to each others taste
something to believe in
we could get away
naked to the sea in a blue mood
watch her explode before a postcard sunset
feeling the 'wish you were here' of everything
as sands shift between wiggly toes
and footsteps disappear quietly under the moon
we could
dive in , feed our hunger for air
and disappear
behind closed eyes
fall asleep to a lullaby of riddles
wrap ourselves in emptiness - vacuity
candela obscura mirrored in the paradox of duality
rewind dreaming
shuffle skips and hops
warped vinyl spinning
the music of silence
we could be buddha and jung
we could be ourselves
the spirit is elemental and elastic
the soul misses home
we could touch
and kiss each others soul
cradle each other's face
and find a truth I to I
and spiral in a bejewelled moment
electrifiying a trillion double helix
we could make love ...
we could sit on mountain tops
you and I
I could take wing
and you could follow
we could be immortal
because we breathe
because we are
Zen and Blood
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral