riding
to find where you have hooded my mythological
I
am leaping into the flames
because
escaping is only the velocity
of
being afraid
of
flying to falling
of
capturing
my
innermost fire’s gleam
my
eyes are too easily sold as
lanterns
as fences and no trespassing signs
while
my nose knows better
they
say stay here awhile
watch
the bending algorithms
from
the near iron in her exhales
and
how metal forges bridled bits
in
her hand cupped sand
this
is silhouetted play and
a
forest clocked full of day
that
knew a scent path
with a soul in a basket
with
an empath with a soul tasked to
leaving
little clues behind for me
watching
me try to remember
the
way home while pretending
she
doesn’t want me to be
the
wolf or panther that finds her
alone
and prepared for a slow savor
for
taking the raking in of her wild dew
any
detour from here is just another lure
away
from the bend of the Moon
from
the crescent wane
bellying
up the pines and oaks
perfect champagne glass breasts
hold
back the rain
enough
to sip and lip
each
flavor in the salt
as this meal
is just another page
turned
in the oldest
of
our storied books
the
ones written
before
time knew
to
parse infinity
into
increments
and
mementos
that
we use
to
tell the tales
of
lust and desire
not
being as important
as
Love as a canvas
and
those hearths
we
seek to warm
ourselves
in
EJR
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