curtain grommets

swept up in the sway of  twinkle lights and curtain grommets
a guardian saguaro     a breath of moisture in a winter desert

your dorsal curvatures and the pink     each evening     of west reflected east
i find my edges giving sway to twinkle lights and curtain grommets

as i have taken flight from within a ribcage to the spinning mysteries
of east reflected west     the pink curvature of your chin and chest

and the laughter woven between us     the years looming
and the spinning mysteries grooming us for eventual flight

i’ve gone gray and i intend to stay on until night gives way to morning
weaving with you to the yearning of the years between us

in the cool of a desert evening     a gust of orange breath
sets me asway to twinkle lights and curtain grommets