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
