Macaroni Lips
a phyllotaxis
of impatience,
a fern unfurling,
the fine pout of a pineapple
sprout
is just my pout while waiting for you,
my pine to uncurl you
The sunflower inflorescence of universes
the Chamomile spiral complexity of
cosmoses
is just my simple
upside down
macaroni-lips pout
Kiss my macaroni lips,
kiss me mid-sequence
un-spiral the me in everything,
whorl the
stars I exhale back into my mouth
See the sequence of missing you
you put me through,
how my pout started all of this,
how the song of everything springs
from the
arrangement of my turned down lips
from the
forehead of my longing
all the universes are one big curve
of macaroni, waiting fir, me
curling for your kiss
I am whirling! Sensuous.
ReplyDeletealso geeking out over the fibonacci sequence metaphor and all the imagery you manage to squeeze (whirl) out of it... very cool
ReplyDeletewhere to begin?!wow. especially, the last few lines
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ReplyDeleteThank you Lizz, Melinda and Efi. My line breaks were slightly changed by the blog format. Should be 5 cascading lines in each stanza. But, yes! I whirled with the botany terms in this poem which were so perfect to denote want and spring and bursting and budding all that love and the universes inside everything All that Love. Like the word whorl, for example, was perfect cause it can mean a spiral or circular pattern like the sequence but in botany it also means the attachment of petals or leaves or branches etc at a single point. So perfect a whirling whorl for this poem! Words themselves could be taken as the sphere in the self the sequence that houses all meaning, the Fibonacci sequence, the music, The Poem inside a flower or a frond inside of everything, and, in the end, all i could come up with for a meaning for it All was a kiss... :) I wrote this two yrs ago, pouting, a pig-tail swinging six yr old full on pout, as, at the time, I was always beautifully harassed by the wait for my love to get from Sydney to Newcastle...
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