The delight of Guinness rested on his mustache, crystal chandeliers radiated freshly; clamorous afternoon sunlight crested nascent pearls underneath turquoise that calls itself earth.

 Dublin that day next to the man with a radiant mustache. The second Guinness went down like silk. And the woman next to me asked me my name. 

 

This existence I seem to balance with geometry.

 

the ice cream truck didn't come until 8:30 that night as early porous moonlight clamoued out of the clouds like heaven billowing a newborn mother’s first gaze.  a hard ten came at me steamrolling like water doubled over.  Then I knew I was in love.  And it did not stop, building steel chalets downlill at 100 mph.  Vinyl swept angels and generational karma burst through me as beignets of  lightning and thunder changed the barometric pressure before I touched you. yet the silence defined me. and the angels never felt me cause what yoshi taught me in 4th grade with dingers lost and perciscion felt but never did the mustard get to strong, 

unequivical mastrty of bation like felt tip silk 

you astounded me like percison undenied fierce uncoming of you slippery doves

 

But that would never be true unless I loved myself. 

 

  And if the free fall left you indifferent then maybe..

The shape of you completes my every move

Like symmetry aligned in god