DarkGold WolfEyes

sunlight’s taste of tart lemons
against pressed shut eyelids
wakes Lavender
to the dry heated day
sweet treated sway
of the low, bound oak limbs
and starry eyed prim-rose.
snake-ish and slow
slow is the waking, breaking from dreams.
And does Lavender’s making, praying seem
selfish
or stowing
of self-centered desires
but they are none of which
A Lavender color can acquire.