from dusty orange to water/island blue

from dusty orange to
water/island blue with
wavey-white wisps, wandering
in the suspended, Starlit sky..

beetle’d-bone white
to
smokey’d quartz..

how do you describe
the back-bone’d cloud,
the forest-picked cotton/
naked
but the bare’d-white scoops found
missing cone for stick?

how do you describe
the damn:bright sun,
that face seen/
burnt to ‘lids’ memory
and nights’ wont?

that feeling– the

that feeling– the
warmth/numb of skin under self–
how
nerve folds,
burning/
casting in for fear of char–
that breath/
stagnant,
waiting
for tide of motion to sooth/to part its
wake–
that silence,
boiling steady in simmer’d spot
so distant as to be unreachable yet
scarring to touch–
what
lies upon this wind in making fragrance/heat
a palpable taste of something/
of lightened air
in rub of ‘neath?