me and the star
were felled
night found my hollow
before love ever shone a light there
Tag: night
stepping
into night
streetlights
gather
twilight
milky drive
air in my hair
sky-spinning
city lights
my eyes catching
diamond night
old white truck
dalmatian sprinkled
baked on asphalt
mileage broke
oil thirsty, always
and the stars from its bed
sex appeal, automatic
let out
for the night
wandering
hands, thighs, and breath.
he tossed seeds
into rising night
I wore wishes in my heart
and kept stars in my apron.
heart splashes color
from my center to his middle
valiant, frantic dance
stars break night
I flame
all night
wax fed skin
shadows taught to dance
my knees with floor indents
His gifts worn in me
memory garments
Curled like a cat into soft things
Mischief glows green, eyeshine lowlights.
Warm milk and honey.
The moon like a hangnail,
flaring orange close to morning.
Road sounds, engines idling awake.
I tiptoe under starlight,
notations of the night.
The clover patch at night
bends beneath stars.
Shadows, dark and sweet,
shaped heart-wild,
fairies biting and pinching,
dancing their trio of leaves,
tiny foot-paws soft against soft.
Eyes that flint
with an edge of insanity.
Worshipping the small, delicate
the secret nectar
of the magic hour.