Brightness Brightens

What a world in which we live

where your skin inspires paintings

that inspire my ekphrastics

like loose bearings on a dust jacket

but like no dust

on your jacketed embrace.

What a world we live in –

I saw you 5 years ago

and wanted to know you more than dreams

but I never spoke to you then

in my scotchy speech because I never spoke

without scotchy speech.

What a world we live

breathing in fall like orgasms

when the sun still makes you cold

while red sheets swallow

and swim you closer to me

but I need more days.

What a world

where I can get a yellow onion
or a carrot for only 69 cents.