AURA PAINTING

The flight of magenta bees 
            on marigold petals 
            covered in daisy pollen 
Mexican petunias by an adobe arch 
            royal on chalk green 

I live up the stair 
            always coming down 
months of sundays pass 
            and I wake to myself frying 
                        an egg in a steel pan 
            or driving down a long highway without end
or back to a dancing hive 
on honeyed winds
            a winged thing run aground 

Lately I’ve known myself a stranger 
           observing my own change 
                         at a distance, yielding 
to the relentless shift 
   in unnumbered days 
     strung out like lights 
from building to building 
           an ungathered wave 
                       reaching each shore 
without center

RADIANT FOG

Radiant fog 
lit by street lamp 
air mist blooming 
yellow in blue 
teach me 
face flush in the 
crimson car 
taillight 
your ocher eyes, 
approaching body 
and your retreating shadow
consuming and coy 
in concentrated fits

my car has been running for hours
parked here 
all lights configured in 
the mist 
this night redacted in 
your warm bed up the stair
where I 
bloom in your 
morning dew and 
come wildly 
alive 
like a flower 
drawing in the sun 
wide and unafraid 
I see the sun in your 
bed clothes filtering 
from the window where 
a jealous peacock lays 
watching skyscrapers from
his perch on the junction box
glint and sway 
wind wisping through the city
serene in its keeping 
your perfect frame
alighted on mine 
flesh to flesh 
bled of its recalcitrant desires
and full of its amenable causes
hushed and unweary 
of daily worry 
and apprehension

climb down from on high 
and fan your feathers 
cadillac blue and sprite can green
a million eyes that see my every angle
biblical angel 
lantern upon lantern 
in the desert haze