dug it up ((mille at the age of seventeen))

& if her face
were the sun,
would you continue
to stare
into the fire,
the blisters,
& the blinding orange?

         or

would you lay
beneath it,
soak & drink
until you bled
it dry, dry as
bone & sand,
until you are left
with midnight &
the milk of the
moon?

.mille.

21.november.2005