Wild moon/spring

Photo by Ales Maze on Unsplash

A shift in barometric pressure

the edge of you

presses into my tongue

—

sacred sweetness

soft give of flesh

old cravings arise

cigarettes and sunshine

—

slow breaths while staring

at tender branches

budding incremental

—

the smell of damp earth

fertile heat covered

flushes skin pink

—

I catch my breath.

I spread your seeds

with gentle fingers

into the depths of my body.

—

I sow them into

the birdsong of my sentences

—

place them at

the threshold of my garden

—

cast them into

the wild tangle of my dreams

—

I kiss the dirt

water with desire

and wait

to see what grows.