Glinted.
Shiny
as a cardboard star
breathing in
the pine needles
The sky curtsies for you
every day
because you stay
in a humidified bedspread
Hair brushed away
and every sigh
amplified
by your unwearying smiles
while you dot every i
and cross every t
on my cast
Under the dome
of winter
this
well
this constant dream
sticks to the tip of my tongue.
