Belletristic brushes stroke a glimmer hidden in her eyes,
A glimmer underneath the orange moon,
That sparks like cookies, tastes like love, and feels like understanding,
On the eve of it could never come too soon;
Radiant resplendence eclipses sunshine through her twinkling gaze,
Resplendence, as the stars and planets shine,
It burns like sherbet, sings like fire, and smells like ringing turquoise,
In the morning of a dream that reads like mine;
Mellifluous melodics, mute the angels, from her flute-like glance,
Melodics, painting harmony on time,
They laugh like diamonds, smoke like rain, and flicker like molasses,
On the day we savor melody and rhyme;
Erotic excitation, bliss bestowing, through her sultry stare,
Excitation rising up to greet the sky,
It drips like amber, screams like sage, and descends like conversation,
On the night we let our innocence get high;
Belletristic brushes stroke a glimmer hidden in her eye,
A glimmer underneath the orange moon,
That sparks like cookies, tastes like love, and feels like understanding,
On the eve of it could never come too soon;
On the eve of it could never come too soon.
*Synesthetic, in this piece, refers to the experience of one sense through another sense modality, like hearing the color orange; or “They laugh like diamonds, smoke like rain, and flicker like molasses.” This intended as an expansive exercise in pushing our awareness of sensory perception beyond the limitations of the mind. Rebeccah and I did this for fun many, many years ago …
