Dandelion Wine

The stones fall from your mouth like dough inside
My own and rise and rise until I’m filled
With lead that spills onto the ground—a pile
Of empty shells lay at my feet of glass.
It never starts this way – a kiss…hello…
“How was your day?� remains discarded food
Upon a plate now on the fork he plays
With food upon the plate, a child’s game
Invented long ago in paradise.
A finger points, the words are said before
A thought enters the brain and now must we
Forever play this game? Forgetting skin
Naked between the blades of grass beneath
The silky glow of moon light sky and dawn
Arriving early (too soon) for lovers
“Please pass the salt� I hear you say, it falls
Within an open wound whose scab I’ve picked
Like berries in the garden walking hand
In hand with you and sun and sky and moon,
From somewhere—crashing sound of shattering glass.