the cloud of their song wakes me
storms in me
a waterfall in the curlew’s call
*
these birds are not crying in fear
they are singing nuptials
*
my breath inhales stellar
exhales lunar
*
I whisper now I love you
spinning words into your ear
*
word and light and sky open you
*
our pulse wakes the room
and the room glows
*
veins dark and hot
blood folded in harmony
