the heavy night pulled
his sticky body off the
belly of this dewy spent Earth.
he tipped his cap and faded
into the ember hues of
a mid-Spring morning.
i found myself aroused at
just the thought of you and
all that you bring to daybreak.
i yearn to touch your hot browned skin
dripping like sap as it oozes from
freshly bored maple trunks.
and like a bug trapped in your flow,
i surrender to the cascades of
nectar that weep when i arrive.
these wounds i will not salve nor
should i try to shore up your levees
when the waters crest above their lips,
rather, i will give way to the richness
of you, and wiggle only when your web
is finished beneath me, certain that i
become utterly tangled up in you…