Moon,
white teeth,
firefly,
copy of my dreams,
where is this dance
coming from,
my body moving
like a soloist in the dusk?
Dreamer god,
flotilla of butterflies,
your waters fill my tongue
with softness.
Back & back again,
I, lonely as sin,
am bedecked on fragile sails,
slowly regressing into silence.
Watch me blow kisses
to your placid.
Watch me close my windows
& go to sleep.
