(smother my body 
with a white linen sheet)
lungs and everything
collapse entirely
knees buckle and shake
than see those bare fists
those splintering knuckles
your fingers (split oak)
crack open as they run
bandits scraping tall grass
hands that grow round
hands that blush
(sweet plum, oh!
quiet summer rose)
bold eyes shot
(circles of stone)
see the daffodils
the meadows
where I used to lay
skin glow and sun kiss
silver tears slide
down the belly of 
wild cloves 
mouth opens
(gold trumpet, oh!
that gold crown)
palms floating in the breath 
of the dark sun
in the whisper 
of that wild heavy lung
love left in the tulip
(the elbow of love)
grind ginger to spice
(what have you done, oh!
grace I once held)
palms suspended in 
the soft diamond arm
ready to settle
on the dew 
(morning lips)
I'd rather suffocate
(yes! 
smother my body)
than see your kind eye,
than forgive your 
soot charcoal sigh
 
 
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