eye lashes

you woke up
for your fingers to find the piano
they smelled there way there
then their they sat
hoovering up notes
sucking them up, and then letting their sound
fall down

your voice made a story
about her
her in bed with your three
multi-coloured kittens

her eye lashes making wings
for her eyes dreams
carrying
to where winter meets the side of spring
to where grasses grow long and deep
and get sprinkled softly with tiny white
and crimson flowers