09 July 2009

Picking Melons by Moonlight

Picking melons by moonlight
It seemed like a good idea at the time
Green fruit glowing in moon-blackened leaves
They call them honeydew

Giving the baby a bath in the sink
The odor of Ivory Soap
Moonbeaming baby in the sink
Water droplets shifting in the air

She opened her mouth and
Let the moon pour down her throat
Until she was full
Until she illuminated herself

1 comment:

  1. wow, just amazing, so beautiful...like fresh clean water. You are so talented. Always in awe of your writing.