I

the memory -- ethereal --
sprouts forth upon a field
so like a dream so real
we are caught up in it running to overturn
each black stone sweating to hide
behind
the Self we cannot hide behind

for controlling;
to control this Love-thought-lust
****** the waste deep into the Sun

                        II

Earth-day woman, you are both
young and old alike, you frighten me woman

with your sanctity your sanity
of purpose
it is almost wooden
the laughter in your eyes
it is almost grain
this hunting of both

the prey beneath the stone
black not hiding
the harvest of elusive heat behind bodies
turned silver by the Sun... you sing

                        III

hands defile the planting of seeds, overturn
the passion that silently touching your song
could burst into flames

ash chaff so hot
come running back to this lust-thought-Love
let my tongue taste the saltiness of your sweat

let my hands cut deep into the woodenness
of these stones so blackened

with soil