picnic

 

it was a day of wonders      when nothing was concealed      you baked me outside in the sun     laid me down in the tall grass       and filled my loving arms       we celebrated the gods    with tongues and limbs entwined       the bugs feasted on our flesh      and fire rained from the sky        we spilled a little wine       and talked of life and death and love      we looked so good together     what’s the meaning of that?      

Dew Drops

she went about her business

with kindness and good grace

and where she trod

little miracles sparkled

as morning dew drops

reflecting the dawning sun

like tiny prisms

diffracting and recombining

into a million rainbows

which lit the hearts

of whoever fell within

the spectrum of her love

everyone who loved her

carries that light still

.