The Weather in Abstract

Be my cowbell shaking blue, green raining love wet.
Be my coffee mug filled with shining smell.
Take hold the buzzing words that drip from my ear.
Touch my explaining smile, mow yesterday, trim today.

Stay with me my tree fort love.
Wash sadness clean; make room for oranging leaves, for burning dirt.
Wrap me in spider webs of dew; let the sun bear witness to our joining.

Hold out your river hand that allows silver fish entry.
I will sway daylong, singing the Hail Mary of love songs,
with my seaweed lungs.