She dips the treetops
into her silky sable eyes,
lapping the leaves until
they drip indigo flavor
slipping down her cheeks,
reflecting the sky knit
with white freckles
dancing on her tongue
swimming in silver star streams,
sparkling as they fly across
her eyelids,
blinking slowly,
kissing the velvet air,
slithering sweetly through
her misty hair,
begging slippery skin
to slide within
the space between
our eyes, they cross
rivers of broken glass,
shining sharply as they
pierce the steam
we breathe
feathers from our eyelashes,
settling lightly
on the pages
we leave blank
to gaze in wonder.