Before bed, she dances
To a made-up song
And then reclines like Cleopatra beside me
As we lay, I dream
The imperishable length of a wish,
A morsel of undying
Where the firmament of time
Cannot hide the kaleidoscope of her laugh song.
The Greens of her hellos,
The Blue Greens of her yeses
Entangles in my dreamcatcher
A deathless abiding of colors into song,
An unceasing mantra of primrose incense
That hums louder than the knell
Rending the poppy’s hue,
Blessing heaven’s tapestry
I kiss her temples, and eat of the lotus
The Cleopatra beside me.
By Kyle Kusuda
Kyle is a history major in his fourth year. His main poetic influences include E.E. Cummings and David Lee. He and his girlfriend, Monica, reside with his family and German Shepperd in Garden Grove, OC.
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