The cold sheets settle us down into the pretty flower bed

As the fog calms around your heavy gloom

Sleep takes us rather soon.

Awake!

A lush, calm beach and the brazen setting sun The water rushes coy between our hands 

and we laugh, 

like small, crazed children Smug in the dreamy cotton laze of Dusk.

We lay in the Indian grass, and the dying flame caress our face

Take it into your teeth just to be safe

Are you in the hay?

Did your feet get scorched when we ran on the rocks?

Do you like where we lay?

Have you been birthed yet and

are you alive?

Have you ever awoken to pure darkness?

To the home run pitch of night?

Await.

Let’s follow the sky’s big bonfire till noon

Daybreak will have us shortly.

I touched your lips and heaven smiled

the place from which you were smuggled

Too short do we have

Too long in abundance 

Time is an old whore.

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Maddey Orahkwa:se Diabo is a Native American poet, songwriter, philanthropist, and professional Wendigo hunter. He holds no bachelor's degree and is credited with nothing. He enjoys long walks on the beach and the smell of summer rain.