thaw my wheel, Brigid
every chance
I've taken
petal falls
wind to skin
the begin of
each cycle
nautilus thins
wound desires
calling out to
wombs again
I stretch limber climb
vine slow at first
then to inch crawl
tendril burst
or at least
where the ripe of me
pools your tides' birth
in the undulations
in these fingers
traced from
every dead star
to all the wet clay
spun,waiting
wading
into what
your hands
can form me to
into what
your hands
can press me through
into what
my skin and
hollowed bones
take flight with
clouds to loam
in a tilling
in a spilling
towards you
and home
EJR (c)
This is very seductive. These are my favorites:
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wind to skin
the begin of
each cycle
nautilus thins"
"I stretch limber climb"