Sunrise on Peony

and
the resultant dew
fell
across the sky-full place
just
onto
my lip
and stopped
and held, intimate
and slid, across
my chin
and balanced
the horizon
of my neck
until
I
watched you swallow
I
watched you blink
and
I
wiped it away

–elisabeth connelley

~ by Elisa on May 30, 2013.