Friday, May 13, 2016

Verão, Eternal

These are our ancestors.
Arms reaching toward depths of seas.
Heartbeat pounds against winter wind.
Formulating equations from aquatic laboratories.

We jumped over seven atmospheres.
Orbits calculated, clashed our stars together.
I was entranced by fireworks glistening
above our shifting, laughing expressions.

Manufactured artifacts are dug from the soil,
only decades after they'd been planted.
Earthenware gleams gold in brisk sunlight.
An esteemed, argumentative ruse if I'd ever heard one.

So often I dream of you in threes.
Personalities tessellate above themselves.
Stacked against symbols in a dark vehicle.
Our hands entwined, immovable.

Soon, I'll give a hard repetition of harmonies.
Three tattered branches will rise to summon a final growth.
We chose clouded vases in the city of your youth.
A vibrancy infused in my veins.

It's only my second presence,
hands not yet soft against your touch.
Engineer your chemicals to interact with mine.
Where is the edge of soil, where the root of the fruit plant begins?

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