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