whole body buzz
the flanders poppies- their stories are true
standing amongst them this morn
thinking of you
reminded of the delicate moan
sounding from the depths of your caves
which escaped from you that day

(whole body buzz)
intoxicated standing
there i lose grasp of myself
merging in the moment
the red
the hum of the bees
the sun and smell of baked earthen sycamores
i ache
Indiana spring walking in the creekbeds
becoming a nose amid warm sun skin there

(whole body buzz)
as i slip into your wetness
forgetting myself merging into oneness
broken, if i think of it,
in the beauty of the moment.