“   in the corners of the pockets of
a no one’s earth (a planet pumped
full of empty purpose) grass pokes and
scratches legs and brushes fingertips

crawl deeper into my skin its reeds
leave not a stalk or a root untouched
(burrow in foothills of mountains
skin and senses and lingering heat)

breath becomes air (then stitches
itself, latches to another breath)
our eyes become planets become eyes
lose sight briefly to the gaze of another

let your hair tangle in the wisps
of my own (my leaves are all yours
each tiny, feeble stem i’ve grown)
our roots tangle legs tangle breaths tangle

retreat into the clay (two heartbeats
in the soil sharing seed and marrow)
you and me and me and you
the someones in a no one’s planet   “