swimming in a midnight stew of silver sky 

as light as the froth blown from the seas

the liquid moonlight cries, “come here!”

shimmering your sandy glow like

december mist illuminated by the quiet porch light

you hear colors when she calls your name

swirling towards her faint glow 

you drink her light like nectar

sprinkling sugar on skin 

made of your powered dust you

glide in your repetitive pattern

shivers a luminous beating heart

cupped in the hands of a honeysuckle’s flower

shaped by micro-feathers and

pocket-sized wings

a boneless body made of paper thin glass

too delicate for 

brittle human hands to touch