Outside the supermarket–
How the droplets slipped from the awning
Like your shawl dripped from your shoulders
I broke into a clementine, juice and rain kissing my chin
Crescents in the flesh from my fingernails
My teeth will make deeper cuts still, know no difference
Cryptic, almost tragic, like the blooming crush of a rose
Dew glistened on your face, made a starry night out of your hair
I could not help but to fall; encumbered by awe, my limbs lost their meaning
Lemon dandelions wept without heartache
A fawn lay in a crypt, our fathers and mothers buried below
All privy to our shared convalescence
Rain clattered against the windows: streaks of clarity running
Down the street, down your cheeks
Fiery peels and all, washed down, down
Leave it be, this augury for white, blue sunlight
Let the sacred message chitter in your ear: not all darkness forebodes dark
Swiftly comes that sweet, sweet petrichor
With all candor, how could I interpret it differently?
The author of my heart does link her littlest finger with that of yours,
If you will bear its weight.
Merlot, Rhiannon
