Whorls

*Whorls Some warm, summer night I will lead you where the wild grasswhorls and when we lie down, it will cradle us. I want you to hold me and show me the constellations, ‘the’ star you chose for yourself. Mother said my name means ‘morning star’; it doesn’t. We can still have fun, but tease me a little bit, first. ©tlp 2010