who always sat perched on the porch at dusk
to watch the sun slowly set beyond the horizon
she listened as the last birds fluttered to their nests,
and inhaled the raw air as the breeze swirled around her
all the while her eye towards the sinking sun
vanilla bean was white with black specks
but when the moon rose
she became the universe
her spots radiated like a million stars,
her body obsidian like the backdrop of the galaxies
and she became the night
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
who always sat perched on the porch at dusk
to watch the sun slowly set beyond the horizon
she listened as the last birds fluttered to their nests,
and inhaled the raw air as the breeze swirled around her
all the while her eye towards the sinking sun
vanilla bean was white with black specks
but when the moon rose
she became the universe
her spots radiated like a million stars,
her body obsidian like the backdrop of the galaxies
and she became the night
