to the cemetery
let me feel what's been coddled
by you
while chewing on this atmosphere
i tend to ask what is real
far too often than i believe is beneficial
the glass is never as sweet
as my lips portray it to be
i'll kiss yours in times of want
and need
and now
divert from boredom and bottled
liquor
not needed

i'll lay down in between
the bed and notion of what runs through your head

within the spirits of
each soul warming,
love spilling being
in the form
of the only creature who could bring about
such pure ecstasy and terror

woman
is the land encompassing
her

each one pulsing with the waves
and crumbling with the pressure
we are these mountains
we find pathless pleasures
and canopied tremors
enticing all others
through winding woods and hidden beauty
unmatched in our power
our wild existence
this magic aligned with
the space between two limbs
to bear your first breath

speak to me
in ways no person could comprehend
these stark frozen caps stippled with pine
read my mind better
than any love has tried to
these elevations reach me
on a greater level than most
dare to dream of
these steep hills rise within me
as real as any emotion felt
these unharmed mountain pathways
heal my unarmed heart
these hushed yet
ever present winds
whisper harshly but never
attempt to sway the hermit
one way or another

the roots from which
i'd like to grow
now known for sure
no longer reliant on stunted malnourishment
or the flick of a tongue that spits lie after lie
consumption as a vice will **** you

surround my limbs
and each forecast trims
a little off the edges
in silhouettes these hills refresh
my memory of what lies within
linguistics never interested me
nearly as much as our earth
beneath bare feet

clouds hang today
as if suspended by
the strands of insanity below

grid systems we live by
scattered blue dots
an infection to the soil
a parasite feeding on its own decay