The mere appearance of living

Climbing to the mountaintop
against blinding blue skin,
I asked of her majesty
all that’s best of dark and bright
“come to me and be through my eyes”
a wish made elaborately simple
for I, to be pieced in complete.

Down my ribs, a name undone
a strong sun to comb the wind,
which waved my worn to the breeze
to ring my lover’s red memory
for what we die and live to find;
and on his cheek a kiss and chill
before our actions could speak again.

I stood above the swaying green
silent prayer and tearless breath
for my face, upon his, cast no defeat,
clouds reached over me, slowly…
with hands of showers, for sight
fire ripped down the sky and eyes
of my lover in shadow and light.