Above, the blue spectacular,
swimming across the nightscape
of our dreams, the tentacles
of beauty drawing us ever inward,
birdsong strung like glittering garland
on a brightly lit Christmas tree,
showering down upon us where
we lay, entwined, on the forest floor's
satin cushions, waiting for dawn's
scarlet carpet to unfurl at our feet
and trail like ribbons in the sky
behind us while we make our way--
lazy and soft--toward home.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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