A trust fall into autumn leaves
would make for a perfect day.
Like the hour,
the leaves are never without
and decadence is the tone of his mystery,
like the underneath it all of his skin.
My eyes are blare
reflecting the blue hues of the heavenly sky
The currents of watercolor in the air
make the best view of the ocean
at any given place on the map – and here we are in the desert valley
What more to peer into
existential depths of the watering waves
tracing medals of tears
like I am the champion of my own crash and carry to shore
Beginning, a gaze
and if we romance antigravity,
all before we fall like children
So high above the earth.