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.