this day this roof

Life happens on rooftops
twenty feet above the passersby
where strangers forget to look,
love is made.

squeeze, shimmy--shoot up the ladder to make it

on top to see a sky on fire with its rash of cumulus clouds,
collect and flurry
more beautiful than a winter storm

kisses like flakes settle on the nose.

here, the lover's palette colors a touchable magic.

Coppola would envy the scene avec le deux,
lying atop a sea of pebbles and stones,
the romance, a had been bud,
now threatening to explode.
passion thick, Picasso's Rose period

this is the best day of my life.

past history and conversation rewind
street lights flicker
drivers are going somewhere away, not here
flowers are drinking up the supple sun, stretching their pretty heads
in the attempt to witness

the scene fit for the last night on earth
where violins do play
the sounds of a melancholy opera
wash away the city noise and the scurf of yesterday's lover
tragic is this melody, singing 'nothing gold can stay'

is reincarnation does exist
then I choose the bird who flies far far away
clutching at its breast the memory of this emotion,
image captured and colored ethereal

this day this roof a shimmering bright.