“When I consider…”
Could I but save my life for color
I would give thanks to the god of wild green
happiness for love!
Who could imagine that solar
scaffoldings could burst into such sublime
arrays? Enormous integrals of scarlet
bind our wounds, define new spasms of lust
or screech across our bloodied hearts
And are we lacerated by the jousts
of oranges, mauve, yellow, crimson sunset
traumas of our lives?
We are whole prisms of rainbows surprised
to explode into praise!
Our prayers are lancet-
arched lightnings that wield color as sperm
to infuse light
that we use to transform!