There’s something so lithe about yellow-
With its bright herald of arrival
Like the delicate wildflower that bends but cannot break.
I ran my fingers through your earth-
Unknown and yearning to be discovered
Like your red heart and yellow joy and green knees;
The spectrum of autumn emotions.
The moon has caught the glimmer in your eyes
Like the erudite epiphanies of a child’s giggle
Do not fear, little darling,
When evening falls black as an anvil- it’s in the darkness
Where wonder whirls and destruction swirls about your head.
To err is to live and to live you must be aware, not only of the cliff,
But also of my arms that will catch you as you fall
Lightning is glorious and lethal- and
Venezuelan women are both beautiful as a song and deadly as a spear.
I learned this as a boy at my father’s knee-
My chin still wet with the purple from a stolen sip of wine-
My belly full of figs, and summer…