unfurling
vining what tines me
to your splendor
this never-ender
of seeing myself
off the shelf and
in this constant turn
of the wheel
wet clay from
dust covered
seasons that peel me
in and throughout
the bramble to wine
of crawling to feel
crawling to stand again
crawling for all
of what pours
from the sky
when
I open my hands
and heart
and mouth
to quench thirst
of someone
like you
patient enough
to see
someone
like me
has Love
to drink
too
EJR (c)
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