(a delicacy on a rough surface)
pieces of you
floating listlessly through frosted midnight air
gather softly on window frames
wrapped in wool,
colored in hues of early november,
mixed with compliments of midnight,
and stained with the scent of an early passing autumn.
within, heartwoven blankets
wrap a warm clay body
in unobtrusive, earthen tones
reflected in the golden blue tranquility of iris lights
hanging on strings of an unspoken mind.
stars stream into a moon more full than a flood
creating a distance that separates
what we become from what we are
in youthful flecks of an orange rind.
juice spills down your chin
as you sink in and smile.