:
Fire in the fields, breathe in the waking night
The palimpsest of flora and Colors,
And they,
And they
Slippery in their passing mirrors of loss in the rooms and alleys, cats barking at one another
Later
He bites her bruised lips mistaken for tenderness
She spat at him wet unspooling words and darned
Mistaken belief for ecumenical bargaining
The panhandling of love
and rubbed her face upon his ribs
her palm-tree fingers tracing gold in circles
Alchemy
When she licked his panicked ears
with a tongue rise from the sea:
Lemongrass, star anise, dill, temple incense
And weed.
Herkisses ripen like sea abloom in an algae night
Neither longed for poetry, but they carved it into each other, Nazca lines, the panoramic view above their bodies
an early-winter Saturday and an elongating amid the snow.
The desert of love, coincidental?
And the earth enfolded into the sea.
