Life Should Be
Life should be a beautiful sunset bleeding beneath the willow trees.
A sorrowful love song birthed by fingers waltzing with keys.
An antique painting of a Woman who used to be,
With eyes liquid soft and brown waves
Crashing against the crushed pearls kissing her skin.
Life should be an evening filled with emerald dusts swirling with
The dark heralds;
As sweet as bitter poetry whirling between lips and flesh,
And dissipating into the finite sky.
- March 2013