tine, in reverse

[briara]

inside
inside there is milk
warm and bittersweet
almonds on the tongue
waiting
waiting here in white
barefoot by the door
wishing for your words
come
come ride
through the night sky
with me
outside
outside city lights
fairytale bruise clouds
painless cherry pie
wanting
wanting to be five
climb up slipperfoot
off away we'd go
riding
riding on a train
or a flying cat
with you