Pluck you

You tutor yourself in

confessionary logic of

St. Augustine

& revelation of

    temptation w/

    limitless promises of

    comprehension

            Here I am!       Hear me

                                     & hear yourself

You study nighttime logic of

dreams where spirit navigates w/

faith alone 

            Look here!       I see best w/

                                    eyes closed

You love according to

earthly logic of arousal w/

beauty’s antenna conjuring yet more beauty 

            Suck this!        My flavor is the flavor of

                                    love

You are unsatisfied w/

any spectrum of

choices that falls short of

all the colors

            … w/

            anything shy of

            life’s full arc from

             seed to

            womb

            & beyond

                        … w/

                        unequal openness

                                    … w/

                                    something that’s just sort of

                                    love

No February flower are you w/

fear of

her own bloom

You unfurl your vastness under

heaven above

& before

    the level gaze of

    a man who sees you

I reach across

the garden gate to pluck you

but you slap my hand

& tell me that wasting time is a sin

  

Compost

I am the old revolutionary going town to

town @

night past dozing guards who pretend the sounds of

my flip-flops are simply the cheerful clucking of

chickens

At

last I find your bedroll

& lay beside you

 & sew steamy dreams of

     radical visions that tap into

     the root of

     your desire

Please hoose:

freedom from  ___________

freedom to ___________

You awake

& together we steal away

 & travel the land wrecking foundations

& pushing down walls

 & crushing pipes

& gnawing wires

 & ruining roads

& diverting power

 & halting traffic

& blowing away entire ecosystems of well-tended accommodation

 & bleached belief

In

the wake of

this tempest of

liberation the bodies of

occupiers

& martyrs

 & lost lovers alike

     will merge w/

     dead hope to fertilize the land for

     generations to come

Fickle

& freckled 

Breathing

& dreaming

 & always becoming human you upset my apple cart

& out spill oranges under

   a

   h   

   o     r

    t     a

           i       f

          n      a 

                  l            

                  l    

                 i

                n     d

               g     o

                     w

      i             n

      n

       t

        o a too-narrow bathtub where you

& I stand toe 2

    toe/

    chest 2

    breasts  

Strokes of

mischief scrubbing/revealing what/who is to come

Pearlsome lovemate fresh

& pink

 & new  

I peel you back

& bury my smile