Thursday, February 04, 2016

Muddy Waters

you are a raven’s breath 
flower skin 
the hushed supplications of butterflies knelt in worship  
at sunrise 

you sit on the wooden porch 
mid summer afternoon 
blood orange scarf fringed across your narrow shoulders
reading about things past 

when  
thunderclouds 
roll 
in 
you do not rush to collect an umbrella 
or motion your lover for a raincoat
you sit 
still
opening your mouth to drink