in some field where i love and kill,
i bury my hands in dirt.
there is nothing to say but so much to feel.
the sunflowers lower their holyheavy heads
with me, in pretty mimicry.
so full of swifts [watch now]
and crows [believe now]
i could fall into murmur.
touch all my secrets i've stitched to my fingers.
here. and here. and now.
and the clouds come
like girlish sleep.
i refuse the hidden face.
bereft of flesh, rid me of this end, less sky......
let the heavens gaze and dream.............
waiting the sudden choir; the grass hopping
around my thighs, my symbiosis bleeding thick
with the years of summer sweat. .
i have built a church with my wet knees.
do you still see me?
in the autumn of swaying,
weeds stick to the atoning
roof of my mouth.
a woman at home on the silence. calling
madly into the existence
of everything, believing
in the love of
some old god who is omnisoft
and coursing the veins that stay me wild.
you float over me and burn
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