singing like most poets do

(for the victory of the Mother)

October 
wet cries us 
births us 
soft decay 
paper wings us 
October 
covers us 
sanctum dew 
dark morning turning 
a someday we'll crawl 
the bones 
of our galloped falls 
a someday 
we'll be 
the rain too 
October reminds us ... 

lover spine 
hand slid 
hid beneath 
spoon bottom 
reflection 
by the bedside 
sugar makes most things go down 
salt makes one appreciate it 
and when we close our eyes to kiss 
we see the world inside us exploring 
the more of what it is 
that escapes our thoughts 
our movements 
our brushes 
our nimble fingers 
our paints 
our stored feasts 
our wet clays 
October ... 

She kisses 
while bleeding 
this bliss 
a sweet 
sting 
if only 
because 
impermanence 
like prayer, sometimes 
demands ten fingers 
and we worship 
with covered heads 
iron fed red, we bark, howl 
run rings round trees 
and fires to thin
our divides we bend 
riding winds 
October 
we are yours 
rabbit holes 
and poets 
and We 
Love You 
October 
all the time ...


EJR ©