here is the thing we might whisper
to your waiting ears if you let us;
the picture we might paint for you
of future endings and un
-endings, the case we should
argue for the brilliance of forbidden
fruit in a world where the kingdom,
phylum, class, order
of things is often skewed.
Love her, love her (k)not.
It’s a battlefield of petals,
a carnage of negotiating clouds.
Pour your troubled heart to this
foreboding sky and its ghost
-moth moon. Type the minutes
of your gypsy soul against these
stars. I am Orion’s belt, loosed.
The lightning in your eyes. Your
favorite overflowing cup,
spilled too soon.
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 19. This is the one with all the prompts.