Thursday, September 3, 2009

stars like honey

you came with
the swallows
atop the Northern Wind
and dropped me to softly
into the the deepest well
in the darkest forest
it smells of wood
and cyder
the water tugs
at my dress
and fills my pockets
so i let it grasp me
and fall
into the universe
where stars fall
on our eyelashes
with a warm kiss