"Here She Comes" by Halle Dana
Spring blows around me,
She runs her fingers through my hair.
On her breath, I smell mead,
The breeze cools the sweat that gathers
Behind my knees.
This time is a safe little pocket that says:
Please, stay longer.
I run my hands through the yarrow's thick
Stocks, their sap gathers on my fingers.
Tonight, I'll watch the stars like a sighthound.
I'll drink of the waters they lie in.
I'm filling the basin with joy;
I'm bathing in the revelry of watery
sunlight and fruit.
My eyes stream in payment.
Every bird is a visitor, every nest a vision.
I bare my skin to the sun.
The insects sing,
And often, I catch myself humming along.