scale

It was a furnace even early

hot especially for the fall

the trees tall all around you

the lore left you by the trail.

The dreams spill like champagne 

popping off and flowing over

though the clean counter and

the tea cup keep company

the words walking through

your open door. One moment 

all skin and kisses, the next

all bones and breaks. At once

you wade the ocean

clothed in clouds and tresses,

the waves barely above your knees,

bridges and cities beneath 

your windscaped being

as you occlude the burning sun.

Or nested awkward in a pocket,

wrestling with knuckle and thumb

caught in this urgent bloom

breathless before this weighted gaze,

this greedy fist pawing

at your every moment, the light

warm and plain upon your wrist.