Welcome to Labrys, your student-run art and literature collective of Smith College.

I am going to write a poem on the walls of an adventure
and paint it on you.
These are my half-sleep thoughts which,
though they drift, drift in your direction.
Sleep soundly.
Sleep softly. Sleep slowly.
Sleep like I am going to lace your boots up
into windmills so they can spin
in the sun and you can don
your nightly armor.

Your shadowed cheekbone gives the impression
of a late-night cathedral
as the moonlight rests on the shallow tile floor.
I’d like to hear your footsteps diminish the silence.
There is a quivering you bring
in your movements, a vibration that echoes
in my palms and my knees and
you are like raindrops.
You reflect stars.