that tasted like popcorn
and dirt; warm, and then
Alive.
The grass separates itself into individual blades
that glitter and dance
under the sky
like a million knives
floating
on
the
afternoon
tide.
Friend, I want to grow roots with you.
I want to make a home in you.
I am as raw as a newborn.
All that my body can handle
is the sweet juice of a peach
running
down
my
neck.
I never knew the sky could open as it has,
could fill me with cloud,
and the dust of what the first atoms
have left behind for us.
My body is a torch
to light with the world of your palms.
Use dandelions
as matches.
I am stripped of all pretense, bones
free of caveat and nicety.
Now, it is time to live as an
earthworm does. Softly, naked:
on the cheek of the
earth.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
that tasted like popcorn
and dirt; warm, and then
Alive.
The grass separates itself into individual blades
that glitter and dance
under the sky
like a million knives
floating
on
the
afternoon
tide.
Friend, I want to grow roots with you.
I want to make a home in you.
I am as raw as a newborn.
All that my body can handle
is the sweet juice of a peach
running
down
my
neck.
I never knew the sky could open as it has,
could fill me with cloud,
and the dust of what the first atoms
have left behind for us.
My body is a torch
to light with the world of your palms.
Use dandelions
as matches.
I am stripped of all pretense, bones
free of caveat and nicety.
Now, it is time to live as an
earthworm does. Softly, naked:
on the cheek of the
earth.
