Monday, September 8, 2008

and this all fell down
the sweet slippery strain of love
it squeezes its way into my head
like the smell of the river, cool and mineral
or the feeling of wild asparagus flitting through my fingertips
the reflection of yesterday
golden light on one side of her face
and night falls
a crisp night when saturn nestles into the moon and sings
and it's clear like you've never seen it before