Geyser's Edge

What is more pulchritudinous, more voluminously,
vulnerably laid out for your disinterested desire?
more dark than the nightmind pulsar attracting
than the indelicate velvet jewel of the third brother
who watches at the geyser's scaldingly corrosive edge
pure as a prurient puritan weary of the ordinary
parallax of rainstorms melting away the headlights

Here the thrust of magma's metamorphic ejecta
launches the haunched and begging into heaven 
so seekers may soar surely on superheated sensitivities
cavorting while capering away timeless uncounted clouds
until the last attentively tender trichome cessates
and the dawning nucleation feels its gravity calling
another droplet rained upon unsprouted seed

Accept with welcoming arms arched round 
the strike of lucifer's lightning given domain
the second fissure becoming a brachiating fault 
the tertiary chromophore shielding the ultraviolent
the tender bubbliation subsists but an eye blink
amid the reflexive retraction of anger and ennui
with rousing applause for the flush of the hydrant's gush

Accept the availably offered and keep what is given
and pray to be one more stricken caesar of the caesura
for neither instinctive anticipation nor timepiece
nor the mental games of saying in the subjunctive: Now!
conjure as opulent an oasis for the hungry ragamuffin
as the hand-over-flame contentment of the humbly patient
who leave their aperture open to the bake of the sun.