Something Sweet

I want to affirm every thing, taste the high sky,
tell you the hundred beautiful things

I wish to scream into the great ravine
to scare the mysteries from their branches in the deep.

I want to feel the wind of their passing wings
blow a strand of hair across my face.

And when you brush it back, behind my ear,
I want you to look just a moment in my eyes.

I won’t descend the wide, dark rift
On those stairs of glass and foolish shine

But I am full to the brink with aches
Standing on the edge with you

About to leave. There’s a drip of something
sweet on my lips that I don’t want

To place. I’ll lie down, close my eyes,
and you, keep your promise, walk away.

We’ll float up into each other’s high skies, lightly,
just as a good day right when we grow tired, melts into a dream.