tree, sound, shh...

painting by Luis Ricard Falero (1851-1896)

verisimilitude renditions (smiles that feed)

I want photo-ops

scratch and sniff interactivity

I want nurture and naughty

I want nasty and nice

I want a sign chemical variant nobility

I want patient and adaptable  

I want impossible sometimes

something not figured out fully

I want my allegiance pledged blind

her entire scent forest to the rind

her attired cycles honed, her raw earthen bones

I want her taste surrenders

I want rain and wind to lace her name

I want her clay, kiln, paint and glaze

to cup my soul’s empty

I want the chaos 

to be love

to set me on fire

to fill each till

with seed

and salvation

for right now

for ripe grapes

for beauty and sin

for wine and spill

I want

my memory willing

to have stained soles

my soul too

painted by a you

who knows

my telemetries

my whorled

rune maps

my palm prints

right here

tonguing time

and feeling

slow tracing

and stopping

to enjoy

the rest

of you

EJR ©