Impromptu Picnic in Central Park (2013 re-write)

Impromptu picnic in central park; 

from cotton candy in baby blues to royal speckled twilight, 

multi-hued clouds flickered subliminal messages of myths and futures untold. 

Wet Green air 

carried 

perfumed contemplation 

birthing 

colorful imaginings and wishful thinking, 

while ritual contact through mishap and invitation, 

desire and innovation 

broke 

the silence of things left unsaid. 

Minstrel’s lullabies set the primal hearts’ pace 

as quickened bodies 

moved with the uncertain grace of those submerged in instinct’s murky resistance;

attraction’s musty fragrant shroud 

quelled by common sense and truer aims, 

mixed 

with the tangy odor of fear, expectation and longing

making opposition futile. 

Wrapped in wool, perched on wet earth

adventure evolved into comfort 

while staring at the stars silently toasting imagination, 

they saluted the evening and prayed against familiarity, 

in favor of maintaining the intimate’s mystery a little longer.

Impromptu picnic in central park; from cotton candy in baby blue cerements to royal speckled twilight, multi-hued clouds flickered subliminal messages of myths and futures untold.  

Wet green air carried perfumed contemplation birthing colorful imaginings and wishful thinking, while ritual contact through mishap and invitation, desire and innovation broke the silence of things left unsaid. 

Minstrel’s lullabies set the primal hearts’ pace as bodies moved with the uncertain grace of one submerged in instinct’s murky resistance…attraction’s musty fragrant shroud quelled by common sense and truer aims, mixed with the tangy order of fear, quickened the magic…making opposition futile. 

Wrapped in wool, perched on wet earth, adventure evolved into comfort and staring at the stars and toasting imagination we saluted the evening and prayed against familiarity in favor of maintaining the intimate’s mystery a little longer.