summer 2019
Where my fingertips end your toes begin
My heart beats and I am the hair on your chin
The vibrating cells feeling, we are
The oak tree shading its young
Telling it to grow slow
We are the soil satisfied
As rain flows through our veins
We are the toads screaming
With sexual desire
As the sea sways to the rhythm of the moon
We are the nettles never tiring
Of healing the world’s wounds
We are the eel navigating waters
Toward final fatal pleasure
We are beings, able
To feel it all