The Deer Who Sleeps in Water
There's something of the water about you:
something of the hills that roll like ocean waves,
that you come flying off of to hover, point-perfect, in the air;
Maybe it's the river-running water, mixing blue with staining berries
dripping like sweet and giddy wine off of your lips.

Could it be the tears of mine
that you've endured, letting them pool
into the fur of your neck, patient as a stone?

Or the water that we rest on, eyes heavenward,
floating downstream like the sticks and leaves,
laughing at the world that's pooled out around us?


No, it's just the water, still clinging
as I cling, to your ankles:
the water that you met me on that day,
ripples pooling about our hooves, the future mirrored beneath us...
The future where you were my brother,
that formed in our reflections that day.


There's something of love about you,
hidden like your sleeping-stones,
shining through the water.