I search the clouds for a wrinkle of rainbow
Some sliver from which to wring a droplet of hope
Give me torrents give me sky fall
But I will pull your tongue
Till you spit that color thread.
Perhaps the sleek seal shivers the rain from off her fur
My parchment skin stains and scars with each dewdrop
I’ll weep blood for you
My eyes will sink pupil ink in words to peer
Forever out to my distant lovers – my beloved readers
These words my very view of love for you
For here in this place there is no color sign
Upon which to gaze
My eyes and blood are incarnated as book
My love is for you
This is my one hope.