I give you

This tree's dripping fruit

to place in your mouth

to ripen your tongue.

The water guttering down

these green leaves

to be a trellis of fingers

about you.

This soft drizzle of sunlight

to fall gentle as the petals

of meadowsweet on your cheeks.

This bindweed and all tendrils

to hook and bind

                   our desires together.

Statement

My demons know no boundaries;

I am a propeller

blinded by my own agitation.

When I come to

I’ll be devastated,

and stamp out fires that never burned.

After The Bucketing Rain

After the rain's

  bucketing,

    plaiting fingers                    

     flowed,                            

      long limbs                     

        lisped                            

         and fat drops                           

         

          tock tocked                          

           enchanted rhythm

            on brimful

             barrels.

              Beneath blue clouds'                                                    

             electric light,

            dumb drops                         

           exclaimed                         

           

          tipsy seconds

         to every

        listening ear:                

      after shower             

    magic

   tock ticking            

           suspended time.