bathing in clementine
you taste of wine
your lips, sweet on my ears
an age
i could spend
being warmed here
in your dream
in my dream
i feed you a tangerine
from the tree above
soft shadows whisper on your face
you like my hair you say
laughing
pulling me underwater to kiss me there
we remember old dreams
always the same
as if i'd always known you
we made our own language
a canoe poles by
the dream is too good
for me
but her black eyes
smile and
pull me down
quicksand
remembering how to laugh
remembering how to smile
the knots of my soul unwind
we drunk
tea with honey
every day
there was no more of life to live
but the life that lives now
massage again my eyelids with your lips
clementine, oft i remember you.

 - "clementine," connelly barnes, 2008-04-22