silly

silly
how the moody winds
blew your particles of fire
my way and burned the blades

silly
how the boasty thunder
rumbled with your voice of reason
into the ears and flattened the eyes

silly
how the waters of the high crevices
spilled from your too-low sky
and drowned my last lingering fear

silly
how the piercing silence
sang your tribal hymn
and pumped my lungs with goldenrod

silly
how the rain rituals of the sun
drove the tides of your loins
and penetrated my fallow bones

silly
how the bald conversations
of the fat and shredded despairs
were soaked with your single kiss

silly
how the handful of hungry flowers
felled their pedals from your mouth
and baptized my delicate moon

they don't get it
they don't get it

it's really alright

it's along this stained path
among the yellows and the greens
   among the silent cries and loud looks
      among the cycles of this woman
         among the rigid paleness of this man
            among the showers of the day
               among the hot quivers of the night
                  among the good horizons
                     among the miles of explosives
                        among the overhanging boughs
                           among the tripping toes

that you are silly
for me, this silly man