April 22, 2014

remote connections



the far out places
unknown
we reach for
with burdened hearts.

each mossy covered rock
cavernous caves
kinetic sea foaming
like 
rabid dogs
hunting.

you found my sweetness
inside a tiny smooth stone
dimpled with
one
perfect
hole,
drilled by time
beneath currents
washed ashore
meeting our toes;
twenty little piggies
pushing cold sand

happy.
in the muck.

i want to untie my heart:
the butcher's string,
bloody knots
of
pulsing tendons
congested chambers

i want to rinse it off
in a white farmer's sink,
late summer
under an open window
where lavender blooms
amidst bees
working gracefully
content
in their complexity.

a fresh organ
tender and juicy
as 
your 
favorite

fruit.