09-04 Girls

faerie,
settled on my eyelids,
dust
to sleep,
to sleep,
to dream,
of

sunshine
rocking her crown,
on a painted porch,
breaking shards of glass,
cut from her hair,
falling in the midnight rain,
red ruby lips crying,
love,

him,
the one who carries snow on his breath,
bringing winter in his hands,
ice shaping,
the curve of his hungry once-eaten summer,
smiling satiated,
for the moment,
but always,
circling, circling,
hungry,

I, the other beautiful girl,
casually sharpening the blades of my feathers,
picking at silver threads,
watching the stars at my fingertips,
awake slowly,
in the purple flash on the horizon,
watching,

these beautiful girls,
with my silver needle,
pricking,


these beautiful girls,
to sleep,
to sleep,

to dream...