Milky Way

It's the unassuming way

He holds his cigarette.

Peers sideways from his eyebrows. 

Burning blue.  Liquid voice.

Reined in like a well-bred stallion.

Or is it the way she clings?

Hands open and tactile. 

Golden proportion.

Looking for certainty in his eyes.

She seems brash next to him.

Easy.  Not overpowering.

Smiling diamond in Pegasus. 

Riding velvet. 

We worship the contrast.

Hold on to the backs of our seats.

Weightless.  Milky.

Compelling nebula.

Soft and hard shooting stars.

Constellation too good to be true.
Exotic smear in the galaxy. 

tk/June 2015


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I Left My Hat

Forgotten in the moment,

bent in a pentagram

for that first kiss.

Our collision was complete.

Geometric.  Reciprocal.

I wore it home on the tram.

It concealed enough of my eyes

to steal sideways glances,

while our hands became absolute.

Then I knew there were hats in heaven.  

Romantic notions.  Miracles. 

When it was time to go,

I left it behind on purpose,

next to the trilby at your door;

knowing I would be back

to the golden ratio,
lasting result of chance.

tk/May 2015

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