Sun Hands

Billowing hair and feet on dash
and gold rays on chipped green glass.
A glowing love, a glassy luster, is what
we are. Soft and bright Wednesday afternoon

dancing wild like glassy pine cones
and gold rays on chipped green glass.
Only another soft Wednesday afternoon,
just coffee cups and old tapes between us.

On this brightly soft Wednesday afternoon,
in this moment of coruscating sparkling,
with only coffee cups and old tapes between us,
please keep carrying sweetly, dear, like the birds.

In these moments of coruscating joy
I can’t help but feel the sun on my skin and say,
“Keep carrying sweetly, like the birds, my dear”.
To sit by you in this car, you are so warm.

I can’t help but feel my skin turn to sun and this
ink black chest of mine itch to understand,
how someone so warm could love me.
How scuff knees and crinkle eyes could be so lovely.

My dirt filled, ink black chest and fingers
wave shapes in whoosing window wind.
How scuff knees, crinkle eyes and
billowing hair and feet on dash could be it.