Sting To Sing
Star dust;
red powder on your lips
in the creases lit
against the moon...
Shadows luminescent;
rose water breath
and a needle to sew
the Milky Way closed...
You step to edges of mountains
and check the pulse of black expanses
with star dust,
rose water,
ink eyes and padded fingers...
Red powder on your lips
and the wailing songs of eternity
running through your veins.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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