candied colors

candied colors dance like confetti,
in the air,
to the ground

they find their way over the pillow and onto my hair
catching my eye
catching my eye (as they swing by)

if I could dance with their brilliance
never stopping,
revealing the light I feel

moving swiftly, lightly,
with freedom and not without passion
they don’t forget about the darkest corners

I can see these celestial shards
sneaking up, to flicker up and over my stomach
I remember that

shifty nimble radiance brings me home
I let them cover my skin in their spectacle

tattooing me with their celebration
recreating the marvel, the sensation
suspended in a moment, flash and bursting

mobile beauty
and memory transport
carry me off in your dappled ballet

- eva, 2002