awe-full
by Aja-Monet
The sun bent its head
on my skin
this morning.
I could hear the bones of butterflies
creaking in the breeze,
the breath of birds
heaving into the heart of my ear.
my eyes whistled open.
the air still smelling of lavender smoke and wet leaves.
I turn to you
staring the lids of your jarred pupils.
Your face is a naked desert at dawn,
an ancient heaven at horizon.
Your mouth slightly caved open
like an owling cow.
I smile,
blooming.
Because somewhere before,
I remember this,
this silence.
You sound of a starving angel when you sleep.
You snore like a wailing forest, my love.
I think of you
like a waking dream,
of your spine's grip melted in the sand dunes of my palm.
Last night,
your hands sprinkled across my flesh like rainstorms.
And I can feel the sun this morning.
He is strong and gleaming.
Your eyelashes splinter
from the blow of my lips
rise and shine.