7/10/13 the french kind of rejection

in the morning of night,when the
stars roll over tossing and turn-
ing in their misty,cloudy covers;
when the streetlights' glow stoops
to kiss the wistful,darkly spot-
ted concrete sidewalk;when the
sky is alight with glittering gold
& red,blue sparks and white flames,
their smoky footsteps;

the impressionism of our attachment
strikes me like an angry mother,an
angry master,the distance achieved
with the smaller details akin to
how one plus one does not equal three.

pale white ambiance in the shape of
wide lotuses;a reflection of your
white-waterlily heart,you taste like
strawberry-lemonade and I am the total
embodiment of chokecherry,the most dan-
gerous when I'm sweetest;only sweet
when I'm most dangerous.