Yours, The Sweetest I Know Poem by Jay Bradley

I see your face a contradiction,
A myth so mighty in musing,
Your lips a cave of perfect diction,
From whence words whimper in choosing;

How your legend parts the sound,
A surreality I should surmise,
Your song splinters all the ground,
Above the dunes my dream's demise;

By your side become I antiquated,
A berserk battle at bay side bridge,
Every word I smile seems calculated,
As I ride the tightrope 'cross the ridge;

Those answers burn to Phoenix ash,
Your fingers float 'pon Norse fjord and fin,
Though your questions burn 'till the next lash,
Nay can I sever your soul from skin;

Knives to feel as I ought confess,
Don't wonder in winter and wince by snow,
Your fate alone once you address,
What a lifetime lingers left to know;

Every night blossoms the mercury rain,
Your skies surrender never to stars,
Whenever I find my simple self in vain,
Behind each moon I'll behold the bars.