Morning Mice

Warmth has helped you to uncurl
spread soft amongst the bedding.
A breeze has brought the swaying stalks
that whisper dreams from distant fields,
a tongue reveals a hungered look,
babbled under fresh melt brooks
that strokes your eyes to saucers.

A stretched out smile sets sail
on crushed up coracle leaves,
urgent through the rapids
then eddies tremble through the reeds.
Deep inside the riverbank
we twist entwined by tails,
and dance before the harvest
has time to find our veils.