You chose to sleep in

Resting demurely by your den

The rouge of hair elaborately twirled

Brought me cheering into your world

I was made a mess

As a lover on an unmade bed

In the jacketed golden fields

So far from home

Pomegranate seeds spilled down your chin

There, you wore emerald green again

If I close my eyes I remember where

I sauntered into the frame,

Where we played our tumbling game

The summer could not hold us,

So we waltzed beneath a winter’s solstice.

How it seemed that the sun was coming to take you and me!

We scaled toward it upon the branches of a tree,

Above each limb and past each leaf

We ascended to the peak,

Without speaking, we both knew to leap.

From above, from the wooden home high,

We fell until we were borne back to mankind.

The next night you slept softly once more,

Resting freely in your den by the shore.