The cold touches its toes as
the song soaks through,
the sky so blue as the winds
animate the tantrum,
livid palms dancing in
the storm struck sun. This flavor
crisp with struck match
scratches as you taste
the incantation as sparks stretch
clean from your teeth
smiling as it slips,
the words off my tongue,
the ink on your skin sharp
down your shoulder,
dazzling with the magic,
the beauty in the moment
pretending to be still
cupped hands holding
that thought as the picture
poses in your pulse
leavening sight with
a gush of reaching steam.