Stars For Eyebrows

she has stars for eyebrows her phonetic smile says so much more tightly wrapped in the grey gaunt gauze of daylight eyes still closed i wait arms breadth away for her to breath to open while mind touches upon her journey while pieces parts of her epiphany are spoon fed like chocolate grace into my feasting and willing heart i am the succulent afterword to her speech now uttered in its completion ...with its grand street ballroom upon which we all in our time of giddy laughter need to dance like royalty or fools ...with its back alley rainwater that washes away all those terrible yesterdays i am the sweat mongerer who waits for her sleeping to be roused transcendental she sleeps with a soft drink while i nourish in the folds of her slumbering dreams