something in your eyes
reminds me of Alaska
Sitka spruce green
longings
dream scraped
midnight sun
i would crawl
hands and knees
sparking Tsar-fire
over the last edge
of your earth
to draw breath of you
i would forsake
my golden gods
drop my armour, heavy
into the hearth
of dear mother
for a single drink of you
something in your eyes
my soul pines for Alaska
to count the moons
on your fingers
weathered perfect
my thoughts linger
Rene ~ January 22, 2013
Ejote
for d'Verse Poets: Open Link Night #80
