Love Is to be Possessed
Be one with the earth,
naked, endless stream of tears churning
its heel and the nettle pines of forest
share shadows with my feet;
touch mossy rock and damp soil hiding secrets.
Crisp air floods my lungs, run along the gravel claws,
skin free, the rolling hills mount high in the back drop,
clouds rumbling to fill up my lavender sky, the scent
of parting rain douse with glistening moisture dreams
that rouse a crescendo of soaring heart from parched lips.
Down here, I drink you chase after wild geese
in the reservoir quacking, gooseberries with cattails
hear the wind sigh, water trickle over stony pebbles
glossy black as they herd the rushing sliver angels.
Your feet play in the cool aquifer lagoon where
salmon, trout dances together, scintillating moon
and the wolves cry pacts in streamlined jet
across the river clusters of mushroom colonies
like pollens congregating together to blow outward
in a foray of snowflake moats, conquering the lands
one by one passing borders
with creation hands.
Come, drink the bittersweet cup.
Take my sweet palm bleeding a trail of tears
in the midst of carnations lollygagging; there
is no relationship here, no worries of being caged
free or see the land ravaged, ravished, razed
and the first drizzle hang like a chiffon drapery
as shadows twist and bend in the shade
being in dominatrix of another; no fear of losing
or becoming lost in its quiet darkness, thoughts scurrying away
with silent lightening that flickers honey scent
particle drifting up mud banked soils.
Lush mountains, valley peaks, lucid dreaming
gorge where we placed our mushrooms and the
fungal crowds flash before our eyes,
the foot of the bill merging into eternal springs
forever I settle in the soft clean den
where the preacher speaks of hailstone and
brimstone but all we see are stoned bees and deer creeks
of your hardened spot, growing hungry as I snap our scales and
the pings of our waves echo to the loons crying:
follow me in this darkness—of death into life.