A Poem Full of Carrots

A Poem Full of Carrots I have seen beautiful things, And I have left them alone too long inside my head. They have grown wild. The back of her knee has fallen in love With a lake swarming with light, And they grind slowly against each other in the dark. A Bolt of Lightning has buried its kiss in the neck Of Einstein's Handwriting. The Wingspan of Your Smile fights the White Keys silently and fiercely. [she wants to feel more, she wants to feel more of him.] The Color Red flushes under the hands Of Picasso's Blue Period. My Sister's Wrist exhales Against the shoulder of A Driving Rain. ~ If you think you see movement behind my eyes, It is only them, Rocking each other back and forth In their strange arms. If you think I write poems, It is only because Some gone, wild and beautiful thing Has fallen in love with the rim of my mouth Has stood at the edge, Spread its arms, And let itself fall.