Next to sorghum cane
I dance with my love
and look up.
The autumnal breeze
Pushes her into my chest a little.
We giggle softly.
Our eyes sway romantically in unison,
and I remember
what's happening above us.
I point up.
She looks
and I feel her heart flutter.
The midnight sky
is blanketed in comets
with fire tails
igniting the River of Heaven.
And, when she turns around for another embrace,
for a second
she can't find me.
But, that's only because
I'm in the dirt and leaves
on one knee.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 9:23 PM UTC
Next to sorghum cane
I dance with my love
and look up.
The autumnal breeze
Pushes her into my chest a little.
We giggle softly.
Our eyes sway romantically in unison,
and I remember
what's happening above us.
I point up.
She looks
and I feel her heart flutter.
The midnight sky
is blanketed in comets
with fire tails
igniting the River of Heaven.
And, when she turns around for another embrace,
for a second
she can't find me.
But, that's only because
I'm in the dirt and leaves
on one knee.
This poem is an imitation in the style of "In Cold Storm Light," by Lesie Marmon Silko.
