This dawn is
like a popsicle in my mouth
sugar dissolving to orange-pink-yellows
and blushing cool against my tongue
I am so hungry for this day
to be honey in my mouth
sweetness that lasts until
I swallow
night
again

[Alexandra Seidel probably caught the myth and fairy tale bug while she was out in the woods one midsummer day. Meanwhile, the disease has turned her into a Rhysling-nominated poet, a writer and editor. Her first collection of stories and poems, All Our Dark Lovers, is forthcoming from Morrigan Books on Valentine’s Day 2013. Other work may be found in Mythic Delirium, Goblin Fruit, Stone Telling, and elsewhere. You can follow her on Twitter (@Alexa_Seidel) or read her blog.]