A Poem A Day, Poem #34

you are a water that whispers(half-awake where
the moonlight makes mischief of hands), like a thing
that lies across a dream, washing the waves from
the slippery stars of sleep, where the birds crawl
across your body, tumble down the tired tides of
your hair,
and i hide in this sleep to watch your rivers--
to hear your cunning current flowing ever so
fully into my throat, cascading like so many
mouthfuls of the rain, like a kiss left for
morning drinking, dripping little wet remember-
puddles to trip on all the dry, dumb day