inspired by his painting L’Anniversaire
Hey, Chagall, I’m confessing that I’m jealous,
jealous of you.
I want that feeling that catapults
you to ceiling
makes you fly to such heights
and stand on your head in mid-air
bending your neck in painful angles
just to give your Bella a kiss.
A bouquet of flowers sprouts in your head
bet you hope she’ll love enough
to fly up too.

I want my love to be so inspired
my tropical heart will warm seeds
in my hand that’ll sprout instantly.
I’ll soar above the kitchen sink
Dangling roses over my love
as he pours his morning coffee.
I’ll stand on my head in mid air
kiss him again and again
carefree about gravity
and, if gravity asserts its power
I’ll have to withstand the danger
of falling into his arms.