i suck molasses from
and beckon him to come.
a tear escapes his eye
for the comfort of mine
while inside me a tree unfurls.
it branches up arms and down legs
and i name the fruit as it grows
strong in the pink shade of dusk.
Well, I'm not going to sundown tonight. I got caught up in Paradise Alley and didn't do my laundry or pack for this weekend. Sigh. I'm most upset because rumor had it I was finally going to meet Lenina there... It would have been like a (very, very small, quite possibly the smallest ever) bloggers convention.
Have a fantastic Thursday night for me. I'll be sitting around the house moping...