Twinkle, twinkle little jar
filled with memories and scars
let me throw you to the stars—
primordial shining bards.
Saturated galaxy milk
spin your orbit white,
translucent strands of who we are
thread their way through night.
Blood moon round and red
illuminating sacred,
stars sing while we shed skin
beneath their camera, naked.
Release my sheep from counting,
interrupting bliss.
This interim is hounding me
I want Ohio’s kiss.
Brenda Warren 2015
The prompt was stars.
for Thyra Louise
I force craving through my throat’s long passage
and place it in the vault of my chest
where nimble, it twirls
like wind dancing channels through prairie grass seas
echoing all we used to be.
Soon, each yearning will rise through my limbs
forcing me outside,
forcing me to swirl trains of thought
into the same stars you see.
We can meet to paint the night
somewhere over Indiana, or Michigan
dissipating my desire to hear you laugh
or touch your skin,
rapturing among constellations.
Fierce, you will glance back at me through Luna’s full face
hinting at the secrets her shadowed halls hold.
Brenda Warren 2013
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