Marcellina

The first time you saw her,
you had to lay down
your body beside
Marcellina.

She holds you inside
her dark folds and white blankets,
the mountain, she stands,
Marcellina.

And under the midnight
woven with stars,
a truck sleeps beneath
Marcellina.

It rains until morning
as mist wraps its legs
around a lake lost,
Marcellina.

And in the soft sunrise
before the first frost,
a canopy gold,
Marcellina.

And just when you tell her
your heart will not go,
she tells you the same,
Marcellina.