clutching at stardust roads

short words will suffice until

the moment we kiss and make
stars shed their loose dust
her hair like flames
licking at my face
and not wanting anything
but the winding cool 
of her cheeks 
in its place 

coriander finger cradle

*for tonalti*

there are women
who walk miles with grace
bearing water vessels
and history upon their heads.

you, dear soul
bear that vital weight
within the deft nurturing of your hands
and they too are vessels,

i pray that you give that water tinged with love
with light