Milk and Honey

A piece of moon is above the house
And under the roof of a dry mouth
 
Falls a drop of water
Formed across the border
Sailing on a wind swept
Up the coast into the harbour

bringing milk and honey
 
They arrived at noon, both covered in snow
To hear the cellist play the cello
 
At the hotel
 
It was hotter than a sauna
The sun rose and soon
Settled in a corner

singing milk and honey 

Now Good Fortune is curled on the couch
With ruby, ruby lips quiet as a mouse.