Gypsy Fool

Do not question who
loves who more
when no god has come forth
   to heft my love for you
when no ruler measures far enough
   to encompass the many miles
when every space probe sent to study
the sheer mass of this love
has been crushed by the gravity
   of its weight

I washed over you
you smashed over me
I can feel now in the swirling current of my soul
your light
shimmering translucent crystalline colors
   like an oil sheen in a puddle

I am a lowly bugger happiest
when burrowed
   in the cosset of your embrace
where you are, I am drifting
in the lane of your passing moments
in the schools of rascal fish
   swimming through that azure sea
in the shadows of your every curvature
and secret bends
sneaking across your skin like a bandit looking
   over his shoulder
wondering
how he got away with it

you are the purple pulse in my wrist
like pagan drums
calling my unconscious reach
lightning from somewhere that isn't Heaven
sparks harsh on my fingertips
but the burn
   is a sweet craving
pull the switch on the wall, woman
fry this fucker
while I whistle your name

my endless love
   when I am holding you
when I am holding you
   my love is endless
gypsy fool
aglow in morning pirouette
a pillow's
   inquisition.

TA