Happening Poem by Rachael Swiss

Kisses held in suspension
Hanging in comical balloons
Dangling from my wit-ridden tongue,
Frozen in time,
Dew drops on petals that should not have unfurled so late.
Thorns of entropy pluck at my heart strings
Playing a melody outside of your range;
Oblivious, your ears are deaf to my obvious.

I am a choir of roses;

Sopranos and altos singing Hallelujah,
Praise the shepherd.
Count the sheep as the clock ticks on -
How many minutes past midnight must I wait
To touch you?

Tears blend in with the rain and the skies reflect my gloom,
Street puddles glower back at me with my own sadness,
Even my mascara runs away from me.
I can sing Glory louder than this thunder,
And my spark outshines the lightning.
Blind as well, possibly mute,
What would it take to make you happy?
I could shower you with affection
More fierce than any hurricane.

A super-natural disaster,
I drown my secret gardens with this sorrow
And laugh to mop up the flood.