i fell/

©2021 Michael Raven

i fell into dreamtime
velvet lips painted coal
she came eyes welled soul
striding dressed obsidian
whispers whispers rustle
breath dry leaves
look to the stars she said
a finger not pointing
no moon no cloud
no wandering dragons overhead
there, they stardust folk
moving in the inkstain sky
two lips pressed cheek
i fell into dreamtime
i fell to her eyes