I lie down on the lake … Hot languid light: Liquid green at my back, and a face full of sky — cielo. See that blue, though —a broken-open huskof heaven. No place to be.Nothing to say.Two palmfuls of cloud… Let’s just lie hereand be still. ❤
oh God, open my eyesto the magic of small things: sunsetlight,puddlesplash,slow liquid gold … scatter of leaveson black ribbon of road … bonewhite branches,frost-sequined field, frostcrunch,snowshush … my two knees’twin prints on holy ground. ❤
For T, who wears the ring that matches mine: let’s make a spacefor the spunsilk oftoo much talk slideways,slippery,wordslip between lips & too muchtongue– slowslid,slowtongued,silklipped& loving– tonight let’s talk until 2 a.m.
i go down into the liquid riverdark: wet. moon-lap leaf-light, white. the river in my mouth and the light in the river– Go on, moongirl: swim.