eternity is what happens
looking at you, Wildflower
I am that country
your body lines on the map
sadness separate
from your blue green eyes
sadness separate
from the seventh or ninth month
with your name
returned to the book
angelic wildfinger
Dianthus
ruby throated stare sings
the muse electric
dark blond pelage
arms over arched in reaching
yet your quietly acute angle
from slenderest wrist
or sharpest elbow
describes the copper
I use to teach my tongue fellowship
Silence – neck and small of back
Silence heaving bones of bird wing
silence silver sinus
silence simple chloride
eternity is what helps thought
to sing you
especially since you curved
miles long like a train
You crazy locomotion
you
Pleasure pumping
blood
Red since last
Spoken word
Was the newsworthy
And noted names
For this world
Had ended
Only that certain
American pink
Can come closer
Only that olive grey
Illuminating iris
Onto ivory upper arm
Or sloping, angled shoulder blades
Black beneath nine mouths
Dirty, sunlit eyebrows
Sharp as scythes
Only rosy cheeks on which
Shrike alight after they have
Impaled their prey upon
Dark tips of your scapula
only certain ruin
your belly
and its broken, revolving
stars
the single sun curved
into that questioning hook
that same, clear look
slit with sadness
now I bring words to your eternity
