Stays suspended silently
against the tender petals
like a ravenous schoolboy
The cat stole his tongue
As pretty as a flower
it hovers
drumming with a distant beat
that only a golden record understands
There comes a point
when I want to blink
but I’m afraid I might miss it
The light years.
It knew of space long before
we looked up and said
‘we must claim this too’
This glorious dandelion
This sunflower
It knows nothing of gravity
It floats, suspended in the Milky
Ways of some ancient dance
The pull of those distant songs
Of desire
Of lust
‘we must claim this too’
It whispers
with each flap of it’s imperceptible wings.
-JC