before dreams before sleep

visions of that band of orange purple peace
wedged between the upper lip of the horizon
and the lower lip of incestual clouds
cluster fucked above
never kissing the earth
that strip of colored silence seperating them
from erupting in a maelstrom of sexual denial
never knowing which side of my precious vibrant serenity
is right
or wrong
but when i close my eyes the breeze caresses my lips
and i know that that is where i can find soft quiet safety
i smile