Early afternoon pastoral and fresh, on white posts we prop
Ourselves sit sun-streaked upon ripples of openings,
Perforations filled by the long bends of slanted sun,
Supports that keep structure to the lift of summer air.

As light lays upon the rolling hills of our bodies,
As bottoms rest peacefully upon gazebos
Middled in old cement.

Nature's kaleidoscope;
Projection symmetries onto the ceiling,
Lineations of the atmosphere interchange
By the lense of each passing hour.
As flower petals and tree bushes grow quiet,
We are privileged to the scented colors
entering our filaments eyes and nose.

Ribbons of our chemical nexus rise
in spaces heart opened,
Ridden throughout venations-
Soldering within like melted irragations-
Shaping the earths current.

An oval projection concentrated beneath the surface
like starburst arms or tree branches stretching,
And Love plummets down to the reeve tips of her ocean floor,
Cycles evaporating bottom to top and resting in love again.

Birds rest atop gazebo sills, catch light for
Cheek bridges to omit tilting into shaded eyes.
We rest and listen to bell sounds;
vibrato noises voluminous in their vocal banners
eradicating into the atmosphere by a thousand drapings
coating the air and swarming like honey bees.
Falling and lifting again.