Before I woke
Our heads hung underneath the eclipse of a black willow
Blind to the rippling blue overhead.
The slew of bodies thawed psyches igloo
Leaving miles of field so tender and fertile
I plucked an iris to kiss my temple.
Her hot whisper undressed my lust
Into a blackness that could fill a fist
And when I woke
It turned white with my dreamy pleasure.
Clenched against the soft tucked corners of the bed was
The sting of waking up alone,
As if bit by mosquitoes of citronella and sugar water
Drowned out by the rain that drooled upon my window.
