In my

garage a

mockingbird

hunted a

moth

I

wonder

if the

moth knew

it was

giving up

his

life for

another

like I’ve

wondered

if you

knew

we

have

also

Right

before

day

night

turns

a blue

color

wheel

midnight

navy

azure

indigo

henna

baby

bronze

tongues

kiss

ridges

as

Saul

yawns

As if

in a

gallery

I sauntered

into a

room

and saw

you

there

speechless

I admired

you from

afar

and

God’s

own

brushstrokes

of

your

skin

Drinking

from

the

green

wells

of your

eyes

I

sampled

the

fountain

of youth

it

filled

my

soul

heart

with

joyous

nectar

Ask

me

what

I

did

with my

life

and

I will

say

I spent

it

on

you

and

in the

end

when I

cash

out

I

will

leave you

with

words