Sunday Scribblings: Wild

I remember a night,

waking up in the middle

A deer stood at the foot of my bed

Her eyes were white

and her mouth, spoiled with red

She asked me to come with her

I stepped out of my gown,

my skin was cellophane, lucid like glass

I slipped into the night with her

Beneath a sky where stars are strung in lace,

we ran through the night

Hours held together by invisible string,

bare underneath a Blue moon

She fed me a feast,

Lavadora,

Honeysuckle,

wet roses,

basil with licorice tips

The meadow was ours

We covered ourselves in mint

The water was full of jewels

We swam in its belly

and drank from its mouth

She touched my skin

I woke in the morning

when Snow in the Summers

sparkles with dew

In my room

the air was still melting

My hair was covered in mint

I chewed the petals in my mouth