Turned to Stone

I have always loved your bird's nest,
snap curling twigs, your egg bald spot,
even when it was a nest of snakes.

Blanket Flowers

cradled toes weeded in dirt
huddled shoulder to shoulder,
their bending spines
back against smooth back

Practice

I latched on to the clothe

spread a dull, ache across forearm

puckered skin, against a summer broom skirt

yellowed in the sun

I love you the way things should be shown

not spelled out

Get in the practice

Surprise gladiolas came in

during the end of our 3 month

3 digit July heat wave

Spiked gladiators sprawled

and thrived in the sweat

A little hummingbird hovered over me

Seriously, that just happened.  It was very interested in my laptop.

What days rival the days 

when your windows are open

They thrust sun in, let loose 

to play with 7 sets of slit-eyed

cats who play with Bast 

and forget your patient hands

A tight grasp of lover's fingers

A deer clasp holding cunt 

and sky together

kneel with muddy knees

forgive the toes wrapped

in earth worms