proceed

can one
of flesh and blood
of need and hunger of
survival instincts innocent
Be holy
one with any god
or true
to any love

I taste the
retinue the pink the red
of a heart true

feel scent absorb
condense

into her

I felt the cries as hunger comes

lion calls
innateness

inimitably unquestionable
impressions of my ancestors with

warmth taken
off a soft lip
a bare breast tip
standing

out the limbs
of an old oak
in a forest in December bare limbed
naked
calling

features worn into man’s
everyness
there
in the womb even
born into
sovereign  minds
inculcated into
common consciousness
swollen into
***** timelessness