A Poem A Day, Poem #9

of all those places you so frequently visit
within me, the afternoon light best reflects
a none too subtle magnificence of memory
with its effortless recklessness to shout a
shine on how bright and beautiful you are
when you make mouth movements like
climbing onto lakes of lips where conundrums
and kaleidoscopes come undone to spill on
some heart stirring or kiss making touches
into love puddles where the sun's brightest
whiteness will protect our perfectly puzzled
bodies ashine with sparks and silences,
sensations and stupefying sex creations,
stumbling onto the stilted stars,
colliding into the curiosity of clouds