Fairy Tale

o sweep away the waves of seas...flat
be still and serious...
so that i may speak of flowers,
on levels of my knees,
swaying in fields
full of breezy butterflies

ask grass impossible questions
and trees shake feathery birds
out of their limbs
under whose shadows you lived
like a lifeless princess

your bare feet and lips
and face asleep,
your whole soul
limp with gravity

you silent hands
held sudden kisses

your waking hands
touched buttons
pulled zippers full of honey

before the summer rain
forgotten in this fields

red apples grew
and fell, uneaten

spring was, bees buzzed,
crikets chanted

and before that
gray squirrels scurried

while flat brown leaves
floated soundlessly down

dreaming or drowning
we stood under stars ticking

woke wildly in fields
with red roses singing

and heard, (ever so faintly)
the invisible wings of love

hovering above
this new green season