a day in the life of piano monkey

i ____ you with smudge of yearning  through the vast space of dark velvety sky  to the brilliant pink of the dawn sun as the warmth of new day graces your window the new lays soaking through the window i slowly raise my snifter of sleep  wrapped with loose blanket of neons could we sink back to the winter evenings bodies and breath embraced weaved exchanged one cocoon with a thin gauze veil of semi-consciousness seeking without desperation newborn puppies without a complex script surviving through their newly weaved invisible net of fragility the haze of summer morning limbs in gentle arcs and bodies in parallel the scent of honeysuckle  lost to the brilliance of the dawn the unabashed beauty of her touches through  unexpectedly guiding me back to  a winter evening as one stood to soak up the mystery of summer solstice as one wishes to be there once again of crisp, snapped piece of winter solstice slow and gentle swing between dark sle...

in pale blue light of the dawn such fragile light, as if it is made of frost, you are a marble statue. lines, still, gentle arcs, just as you are. graceful. like the trajectory of the loons gliding through the late autumnal sky. i dare to stir the silence slight haze of breath and slumber. it was unforeseen, proper magic. and i shall keep it in a safe place to enchant evaporate away from this physical state in your absence i cast the image on closed eyelids a proper bullet that goes through fast, light, shatters the old world like the cracked and broken old tv tube it is no longer possible to gaze with an old view as life pulses through the warmth of the blood spreads, like spiderweb, like frosts on glass, capillaries, carrying millions of colours words sounds touches i am stained with the very being of you.