I was at the table eating God with little white asters, <br />as carefree as the smell of salt, <br />and time was as seamless and sane <br />as an ocean breeze. <br />I looked out the window carelessly <br />where Babylon performed <br />her snake dance <br />promising me the lies you wouldn't keep. <br />She said you loved me yummy, <br />and would stay until I was full and warm. <br />Trembling I dove into the glass <br />where all my winters turned to spring, <br />and poppies along the way glowed <br />like the sparks from chimneys. <br />Tomorrows turned into yesterdays <br />when we were young and sleepy, <br />and dreams dripped thick honey on us <br />while bees hummed around my mail skirt. <br />But lo, we both died fools departing, <br />where isolation mocks us now <br />at the end of each day in moonlit sonatas. <br /> <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © March 2012<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snake-dance/
