Rome

Sweet Hyacinth

how my nights quiver with our intangible sparks.

In a parade of moments

Over the eclipse of green medallions

There breathes a cornucopia of magic

in two Persian Sapphires.

Blooming a camellia of fingertips in our river of chaos.

Before I knew you                                I knew you

You were the name of one of my unborn futures.

                 Together, we were the candlesticks of Mythology.

The liquid exhale of feathered pens,

gnashing mountaintops to expose the echoes of serenity,

the sun’s flirtatious climb into morning.

You had a broom lit jazz about you.

Throughout the virgin encounter

in a Palace of Neon Roses,

The shaking diplomats of our body wept in fusion.

 

                   Leaving spirits to dance with champagne inquiry

              Amidst the evaporation of light.

Under a blanket of pale freckles

Luna blushes at the erect gasp of lollypop whispers.

The unpeeling of souls from the sharp kiss

enveloped in a platoon of geysers.

We were supernovas of uncounted exhales

Only the snicker of pixies

prancing through our teeth

tickled our foundation.

Alone to taste a new universe

We laughed like Birds of Paradise.

                  Though in truth how Rome has departed us

 Yet must I forever nest my heart in comets of myopic woe.

Unbeknownst how the stitch of Fates

Quilt our transient embargo,

I will always know this was the ambrosia of fallen passions

Florentino’s fixation of eating every flower your vision swallowed.

The name pasted to the eyes of a lovers final breath.

                                           Love

— Ben Bruhnke, senior secondary education