Dream Thickened Honey
She bathes--
in the nighttime
in dream thickened honey.
Her mandolin cries
wrapping her chilled
chords around the moon.
Hear the clocks ticking,
hands
weightless on the surface,
as butterflies float away
to yesterday.
No effort required,
they sail on such
sweet notes
that fall with the mellow
mandolin rain.
Copyright © Red Barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015
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