KS Culbreth

were i to starlight crash

were i to star-light crash
through the casual crack
between your curtains
and sash and blessed
enough to settle
upon the crest
of your closed lashes,
cradled as it were
in the rim of your secretest
dreams, then would
i seep mercurial into
the liquid of your dream’s
well, to taint your thoughts
to dream of us.