poem 227 of a poem a day for 2012

I am your strega, lover

cascading faded

black to blind

bind myself

to the candle burning

pouring wax certainties

with your name

across my skin

wanting willing

the taste of

my portal surrender

to you

to how you feed

the dance of new antlers

and pulse open

my vulnerable

mapping each

treasured moment

pressed pressing

bowing fingers

unhooking the linear directions

of the slow insurrections

in your tides

I ride faith in laughter

to cask into my madness

to keep my primal chained

to an ancient bone calliope

whistled with blood

and heartbeats

and my flesh threshed

of my soul’s wheat

I am seeding

the wind of

the waning Moon

with the crept courage

to crawl with an itch

to find the right tree

to sidle up against

and lean into

the words coming

like jazz riffs careening

near the teeming oblivions

of Dawn gathering

her hungry bright mouths

to feed on

this rhythm 

that has

always played

in the melodies 

of more

EJR ©