tender

tender

on a tree, ready.

with thumb or ground,

a bruise. careful,

this is sweet.

what timing.

yesterday was a stone, tasteless and just breathing, maybe even through a mouth

today evaporates like sushumna breath, tongue, desire turned inside out, a star explosion

can you see it

the shape of a pear, skin speckled, a variety described in small tomatoes or heavenly bodies

a texture, layered like gritty custard apple, like someone buried in a blanket

yesterday was blank eyes,

today, broomsticks.

swept through, the storm.

all ripe,

new face.

not my hands, taken.

at the gravel, in the grave.

add heavy rain, add fullest moon.

add let go, add give in

the walls of this flesh depend on the width of this breath, nobody is alone

something around the spin of day, the spin of night and season is on

its tender way.

here, the steps

to meet it, the dance

05.06.12