in the dark I watched fingers
unfold     grassy     worlds
before me     balanced
origami roses and cups I played with
placed the crushed imperfections of their paperthin shapes
on my naked belly     as I they     crested the knee
rounded the edge of a pillow     milked the moon
pale and coppery     around th e ear
with the acid of the night
burning into the curves of each thigh ever so slightly
and a birdsong     dry in the midnight's throat,
stuck, spilling over the first     blades of light
blades     of     light