Final Edit: Springblade

[alonso ramoran]

Springblade 

I. Lollygagging 
We spun like soil and sky,  
as one within a gyre; 
clouds smeared smut  
across our supple skin  
as we tumbled, giggling, 
down sides of grassy hills  
no longer there. 
 
Millenia has cleaved us 
into strangers, in the breeding 
of everything, when bushes 
sang with nightingales and 
the air of meadows teemed 
with wafting yellow motes
and little furry bumblebees;  
 
there were once a couple hives, 
singing birds, and men. 

II. Ferris Wheel 
From up here, 
the tops of carousels look like 
glowing starlight peppermints. 

Warm clouds breathed pass the 
hard dead skin of chapped lips 
carry awkward silence and forget 
the banter of our youth. 

In the biting wind, I scrunch my nose 
and I'm reminded of its friendship  
with the face, seconds later 
when numb nerves settle;
 
and like my frozen nose,
your wrapping arms assured me of 
the familiarity of where we are. 

Original: Springblade 

I. Lollygagging  
We spun like soil and sky,  
as one within a gyre; 
clouds smeared smut  
across our supple skin 
as we tumbled, giggling, 
down sides of grassy hills  
no longer there. 
 
Millenia has cleaved us 
into strangers, in the breeding 
of everything, when bushes 
sang with nightingales and 
the air of meadows teemed 
with wafting yellow orbs 
and little furry bumblebees;  
 
there were once a couple hives,  
singing birds, and fewer men. 

II. Ferris Wheel  
From up here, 
the tops of carousels look like 
glowing starlight peppermints. 
 
In the biting wind, I scrunch my nose 
and it's reminded of its friendship  
with the face, seconds later 
as numb nerves settle. 
 
Warm clouds breathed pass 
hard dead skin of chapped lips  
carry awkward silence and forget 
the banter of our youth, 
 
but like my frozen nose, 
your wrapping arms assured me of 
the familiarity of where we are.