In the Works

We’re on the giving end of the spectrum.
You can tell by the way
my gaze unravels
that something interesting is in the works.
Garlands of pure light,
wintry lips and extremities,
a night composed strictly of blue notes.
Eternity leans in for a slow kiss.

Ultimately, whatever satisfaction we’re capable of
hinges on a deeper understanding
of the holiday machinery.
I’ve learned, perhaps too late,
how to keep myself at arm’s length.
Put some distance in the portrait.
The further down we delve,
the higher we become.

Going green never tasted this sweet.
Meet me in the middle
for some gut-wrenching fun.
Until the next revelation.

-r. miller