Eminence fully flowered,
orange and teal, yet still has a power,
as slot canyons and skies that cover June
Lilium asiatic double you,
a mystery, the many eyes—
in love—with sweet stirrings of you
Belladonna rose in offense,
in a stream of earthly moans—
sedation and sudden seduction,
towering over a wince
And the orange star laughs,
as the bees descend
In dimensions, twilight ash
And comets of agate blues,
Body language that gives away clues.
Hold the sun down, quietly untie these eyes.
Fill these lungs with a vividness of spirit metal petals
We — the crucibles of change,
Pillows of basalt.
Tiny remnants of dinosaur bones.
Suffering into existence.
The remains of relentless urges,
Floating in our eyes and
Flowing in our mouths.
Breathe and speak no more.
As the solar flowers bloom in our veins.
Suffocating these dreams into blue.
As magic spun stars speak to us in silence.
Alchemy—taking us to the end of time.
Her name felt save in his mouth
Sliding down that mossy sink of darkness;
Where the moonmilk seeps above his head
And drops like sugary moonbeams down
His Irish skin
No mirrors, to reflect his cocooned crystals
Only pitch black shape-shifters,
In the misty middle rock
As a memory of indigo burnings surfaces,
And his exuberance is unleashed
He swims over luminescent calcite flowers,
And splashs in the pale, pearly thoughts,
Of how the way she’ll let him in
By a passage of mystical beauty,
Growing from tension, compression, and bubbles that crowds…
Yielding softly overhead,
To his language of love
And burrowing down into that wide mouth
Of security and curiosity
Photograph: Ryan McGinley