Fall to my grounded
feet, slim tree,
and outgrow me.
Open the door.
Come evening, I have no eyes
so I come through the wall.
Let us be fire,
a barefoot thought
desires us – ash.
Fuming waters.
Body, release, sail
past my arms.
You come by darkness,
the air a razor, your
breasts a wound.
Yearning, you
stop nowhere. The night
is full of seed.
Cigarettes &
lips. A body in heat
plays with smoke.
I call you flower and
you wither in my arms.
The silence like dew.
The breath of your feet.
Softly, the grass
rises after them.