The Zealous Tea Blender

I slept with my window open last night. 
I shivered under the thick yellow covers. 

Hard starlight and
the wet dregs of dirt, 
of everything; 
an over zealous tea blender’s
inebriated laugh. 

Tossing in the emptiness of dry sheets,  
my dreams were soaked through and shifting. 

Spicy paper, bleeding words
and the thundering roundness 
of a saturated dancer.