"water waking, fire"

we could drown
so soothingly in the lazy waves
of sun; the heavy scent of lilac
that drugs, my senses subside so softly.
these stones that drag my eyelids
until i am dreaming
to silky, sordid music; the
beat, beat
of breath sounds that are
a gentle rap on my door.

wake up, lazy
bones.

but it’s warm under the covers—
the cover of branches interlacing over
the bowing boughs of our bodies.
i’ll draw you in, all your colors
like splintered stars, sweet babe.
the lace of our arched fingers bending
like grass, braiding the icy strings of sun
into a circlet of firefrost studded
with the pearly beads of our
sea-sweat, sweet.