On a Dali'
orgasmic comet,
set adrift
near the cold Nordic lights
she forms half a twin fare
with the powdered pearl air,
as a duet
that has spawned,
that is shared,
from which I am gladly
not spared,
and here I have chosen
to dalley,
and see
that I revel
in their nest as I am drawn
by their subtle
yet interlaced orbit,

She tarries
above fallow fields
and alights
below as she yields
to the snow drops
and fiords
their reflected
yet perfected
unison shields.

From her
demure
coral voice
sounds a lyre
of compassion,
an opus of pale
crescent opal,
a taut serenade
to infuse
and invade,
astride
the unicorn choral
set free by the muse
that defines
and incites
my subliminal
need to rejoice.

A loft
in their step in the half moon bay
of the this shadowless day
her journey begun,
the gaze
in her eyes
does
hold promise
in the midst
of the land of the midnight
sun.