by stephanie sears
I raise a shot of vodka
To the shortcuts of perfection
And the downfall of stale labor
Knowing the unknown man
Who kissed so well in a nightâ€™s dream.
His disembodied spell woke me
To the hazards of consciousness.
In the small opal hours
of the seraphic watch
Telekinetic dates are made
By infinite reshufflings of circumstance.
With reincarnated apropos
Of appearing better than before
Love at last speaks its mind:
I am hunter slipping through the gaps
And prey to all opportunities.
I have shed blunderâ€™s grime
(That draws the past with a grimace).
The smile growls like pliant muscle,
The touch, a swash onto white sand,
A sky-colored gaze sparks the mindâ€™s high voltage.
You and youâ€¦ multiple creature
Of circumstance and lyricism
Are my ode to excellence, the
Drifting cumuli of fine weather
To which my lips send
The immortal and faithful kiss.