as she laid herself softly down,
on a silver-sea bed of dew-struck grass
(freshly cut by rotating blades of pink and orange
just starting to slice out over the mountaintops)
she assumed an elegance that seemed to defy
the very gravity that may once have bound her
to this place.

and her skin...
her skin felt like the first few seconds
of a sleepless summer night
spent on the cooler side of the pillow.

but as a starry morning rainfall
began to drip like warm and cordial honey
into dawn's empty teacup universe,
it was all i could do to float there,
transfixed by the half-naked body of an oolong leaf
keeping herself effortlessly dry,
and soaking flavor from the water around her.

and my eyes...
my eyes felt like an out-of-focus Polaroid camera
hunting for ways to keep the visions from blurring
into the rush of over-exposure.

12/05/2009

Posted on 12/06/2009
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