She ate them
nonsensical
saliva earning, yellow
pollen
bursts decorating stems of landscape
melting down to
a fine gold for a
finger.
The air casts
out hooks that grabs lovely dreams
then reels them back into the present.
Reflected
moon dove down to
mirror grass turned over,
asleep
despite her inherent dual terrain.
Gravity pulls
her head up high while
stalks hang.
Attraction
becomes the textured groove
guiding hands on blue corduroy pants.
Foot petals
run along the
water winded from laughter,
leaving
prints traceable only to human
fingers filled
by the ink of the
eye’s pen.
sorry if i already submitted this. i can’t remember.