my dragonfly

by Linda M. Crate

you dance like a dragonfly over my waters,
stained glass windows whir your soul
reflected upon the grasses of my muddy shores -
your wings brush against the sinew of my
flesh and goose bumbs that have nothing
to do with the cold sing upon my mind;
always stay by the ocean of me anytime
and remain here always; never refrain from
mudding my luminscent moon soul.