light along angles / orange flicker blossoms

can't decide on which title to use.... anyways....

light's always in your eyes
at angles, in corners, in darkness;
the orb shifts along the warp
causing caught breath,
hesitating time
until unpaused,
under a pass,
the flint lock fires, and
orange flicker blossoms.

the tender, wooden look
witnessed any wednesday night,
after eight, at lights out
and caught in the hour's shift
causes lock on
in a mysterious pass
fired up on fond angles
to blossom genuine laugh,

angelic in midnight's moon,
no flicker into aftermath,
no tomorrow hesitation
because time passed unlocking
that light in the darkness,
elusive, along a slide
is lunar call to decide

between a black or blue bulb
to tone atmospheric impression.
the poster in polarized glow,
heightened white in the eyes;
the moment’s arrived

for the next implanted position
at rest above the elbow,
under the chin,
wearing reckless grin
with tonic wearing off
as mist away from morning
from atop a concealed glen
appearing from the warp
in the corner of the window,
it’s overriding angle.

It’s the tunnel always talked about,
the contrail from jet engine.
That back patio’s hanging garden’s
engraved and envisioned
because footfalls light vibration
brought an angel filling up
a keg cup in the corner
and the hair raising sensation
when entering into rotation,
eyes deadlocked and the light,
it never leaves, it shifts
in relation.

 

thats very sweet. it has a nice taste... very sensual and playful. its a really good idea as well.

 

So many excellent lines, fulmah. I'm sorry about the mistake,
went to comment and hit edit by mistake, I feel so stupid.
I have re-read this work many times and find new feelings
with each embrace. I liked the title with light and angles because
you go full spectrum with this one, orange alone doesn't seem to
do it justice. Very well done, this is my recent favorite of yours.

 

always a fan fulmah! the way you set the words makes old words sound new