my love, we have traversed too many waters
to sink this ship now my love, we have known
longer voyages on seas where we forgot
the soft embrace of soil on knees my love,
we have helmed too many storms to run from
raindrops thundering from caverns now my love,
the last time you allowed your craters to be caressed
you quivered like aspen trees there was no wind
just eyes & the brush of hands against hull & even though
the lighting of flames is distant memory, there is too big
a flock cawing you forward to turn back now here,
take this blanket don't let your skin eat itself
dry even tossed peanut husks are sustenance for snails
there are still deer waiting to greet you in city forests
& park meadows when you set sail ancestors
whose names & knots have yet to be undone let melted earth
dust meld with your unnamed skin darling, the softest
part of you is everywhere monarchs dare brush.
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