Black Milk

(Rowland S. Howard)

Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To a dark gravity

This is no story
To be spun or told
it's just a sign
To a girl shaped hole

One eye is Saturn, one is Mars
halo storms around her head
voice so soft it smashes stars
(The pieces rain upon my bed)
I see, I feel, I hear a crown
Of hair so dark it swallows suns
And still I feel as if I've swallowed silk
Or fallen in black milk

This is the sound
That you know
When the lightening
rod blows

Dream me on down
Dream me on in
To the shimmer and spin

Plot me a course
By Pluto and Mars
To a vanishing point
Between her and the stars