Water as old as the moonA Poem by eglantine
I'm only a wisp of light
caught in Lake Michigan's stare, a black butterfly, an almond tree, a drop of amber blood. Bathe me in coconut milk because my skin has forgotten how to be skin-- it is more shadow or reflection or water. Pick me up: I am a feather to some unknown daydream. I want to make your heart shiver like moonlight on a trembling lake. © 2013 eglantineFeatured Review
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