Tourmaline
Katie Bennett
She called me with her hands
And I followed her down that hill
The sky black tourmaline
I was ready to try anything
Didn't tell anyone
How my head spun
Mute explosions in slow motion
I missed the lilies blooming
Last fourth of July
The moon hid her face and cried
I wore love like a shroud
And stomped around
I dream of synched envisioning
But I have trouble listening
So I knelt down to eat what she offered me
And she waited
Pink sky & lightning
Flying dreams
Distant tambourines
Turning