Beyond shadow of doubt.

 

We fell asleep in a common dream

plainly to awake in incredible curiosity

bemused from a turnaround,

disturbing thoughts in disbelief

under the sacrament you, my favorite thief,

jewels o'mine looted with diligence,

accompanied with the echo of eskimo kisses,

still as the mountains

before the quake of a summer land.

Your tapping is my heartbeat

over the lake, cellophane sheet,

peaches-and-cream and our lives

as one bridged, we are waterproof

in the liquid bonbonniere of bliss.

We, in sacred symbiosis with the moon

that now the sixth time resembled a fruit,

humbly saying

its just another puffed up midnight suit,

brushed by the tired air, praying

with fingers, believing through rain.

We were biting our way to the middle

thinking how the taste is more complete

with every new mouthful,

every second heartbeat

and we knew

that sometimes the wind is just the sound

and souls, the sharpest of swords,

most tender of lords, bowled over

the silhouettes of a late debonair afternoon

we are crowing, enjoying the moon;

as still as the mountains, two butterflies

leaving wings

beyond shadow of doubt.

copyright, 2010. Tihana Novosel.

Dedicated to my Jason.