little nymph laces up
steps out the door
into fresh barnyard light
and with the hound baying behind her
she goes past
all the crooked little cages
with their tired patient horses
waiting with dark brown eyes
begging for more
food, water, shelter, love
but the wells are dry
and the grass turned into dust
that she kicks up under her feet.
sorry, sorry, sorry
she thinks as she flees into the forest
if i could set you the same, i would
instead,
escape.
close your iris eyes
and follow the trail
through darkness
there is a hole
in the universe that
you can’t escape from
so wander,
wonder,
forever
when the sky
breaks
into thousands of stars
and when the
moon
splits away
with
her glistening milk skin
shuddering into the
darker void
that is how
i know that i love you
with these words
i sew a thread
to the hole in the universe
where
my heart hides
and close it tightly
there will be
no more stars
for you
when the ice cracks
and slips between the ribs
and your breath is stolen
on the edge of the wind
don’t you wish
you could lumber
down
like a bear and wait for spring?
on improbable island
the terracious birds
giggle and cry love
where the sawango grows
in groves from trees
and the sea smells
like bitter stars
you’ll find her waiting there
with a kangaroo drum and an open fire
waiting, waiting, waiting
for you to come home
the Amazonian of my soul
stretches like a mountain cat and
leaps upwards onto the path
and stalks into the jungle
i fear
her teeth will get the best of me
but on cold-no-sun days i grin
and stretch, and Her lips
become my lips and Her
eyes become my eyes and
Her self becomes myself and
I taste the copper sweetness
of blood, on my lips.
