fill my fingers here alight, feed and seed
the palms, the pads, the points with
divine teeth
pin me down, oh lord
the aching engine of my glutted heart, an
emerald you could have stolen if I were good
I am an ocean’s width; to maraud and
murmur truths. claim a hand,
a breath. ease my volition, season the blood
for hunting. pry apart my
acreage.
lite brite. rinse the mansion of
my senses. I want to feel your mouth
in places I can’t name. a pulse
of some near perfect shape nested in a madness;
I am so so tired, could I bait with softer vigilance?
my prayers hold their breath
I am feathered, I am vapour, I am
pliant like a ship, I am an ocean’s width,
patina’d, fawn-spotted, stretched velvet
I split and loved for you: throat-first,
belly-first,
order every limb you hold dear to fell me
with realization til I conceive, til
I bear undivided light: an open palm,
an easy eye, a settled lung,
the dog and the sea, shaking off
my own damp birth