#atrium

There is a sunflower field
in Dixon. I’ve never been,
but I used to own a dress
the color of red plums and milk.
I tore it dancing in the orchard
that October forgot to map.

This is about lines, but mostly about what humans  
say about sunflowers, about being golden inside
& we keep singing light & we keep saying no & seek.
& there is this bit about freedom
& the edge of the world being not edged
but centered close
& sometimes even in the poems we are strayed.
 
I should have kept the torn
dress for the daughter I will have,
but I can’t stop thinking about florets
& if they are rust
or luster or maybe like that skin
between my knees that keeps shedding—
 
Space any space begs, move 
slower, bite softer, kiss
less of me.
 
I thought love was like this
& flesh was a word you learn
in girlhood. I thought I want familiar
& wild & blue-eyed & here, I am dreamscape —
 
my feet are healed
& I am turning in a fog film
of flowers. I get to kiss every boy
I’ve ever lust if just for a sap minute,
only soon they are tearing my dress
off & there is plum juice
on my shoulder blades & the law of gravity
is the law of wanting; there is this center
of pollen & it keeps pulling us,
bending earth to grain.
 
& its not about reflection or maybe it is
but backwards; the sky is warm rust orange
& moonbeams green & all these boys
are in the stars & I am left with one
I barely know but want to turn to comet dust.
 
His name changes when he touches me,
& this fog is rain we’ve danced with before
& we are drinking on a cloud—a glass
atrium filled with glass bottles blue
like hope & light is seeping
& pollen is longing & I say
earth dream earth, and his refrain is flesh flesh flesh
meaning whole meaning, this is our home &
our bath tub is oil & stem, meaning
kiss more of me. Blow me to powder,  
pulp me to sun-milk, leave me lineless.
 

Those who see the shades understand

They’re the ones who’s fear won’t get out of hand

When one relies too much on his hope

He won’t search the area beyond his scope

@thetimetravelerechoesofthepast ☆☆☆

Pompeii - House of the Prince of Naples, atrium

* Luigi Bazzani

* watercolour

source: Luigi Bazzani, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Pompeii