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Exhale, Slowly and complete Until you strain against the empty Lay abandon against my chest Awhile And feel The speeding beating drumming of my heart How all my rivers quicken I was made for this For you, I know No vow need be though I would give it if you asked Though it plays along the sinews of me ever If you prick me, I shall bleed Or kiss me, burn In falling catch or triumph laugh These are me as surely as my eyes By open see So be Please, and know There is no thor

Silver shining crowns I, too, am time and again And always So full to breaking So in love That I must stretch towards the heavens Til split I fall down again into The endless ocean wonder Praying only that you pause and Swim a while with me

At the table somewhere nowhere special Excepting that its where I am with you and so it is Axis mundi I Am building you an idol From potato wedges, too cold now Its a cow I say Or better yet, an auroch And you humor me with gentle jabs and Eyes that roll in well worn grooves Its story time I ramble on About the Minoans and the primordial bull worshiping ancients Stealing fire haphazardly from half remembered bits of Archeomythology and children's stories Coyote at the gates

A thousand hands have passed Through days and days and days all Wrapped around swords and Cupped to faces Chiseling the marble that Becomes me My bones ache with the wait Of ages Of grief and love and Time Perhaps I strain so A stone desperate to be Flesh and blood and breathing What do I owe them except everything I am only what I choose to take? or Like the stars I love here distantly Am I fate Fleeting, spun Inevitably

It has been long and I have been Weeding, fingers neath my skin Pulling tender roots from my veins and raining. These planted in me Growing as they can My body cannot be a meadow without Flowers and things to eat And so I bury them Contra diction, I know, I don't understand Merely pray that they forgive me Their lives were mine and I Must pluck them Lest they spread like wildpyre

Half faeral on sweet drinks and Old wounds Late for me half dreaming Cross an empire falling, you say Everything and nothing playing Fast and loose with honesty and Dancing along fears and the promise of a dawn we only see clearly by moonlight Softly you muse About Odysseus destined for three rocks and A wine-dark tomb. I love you, I Sew it carefully between laughs and innuendo Daylight would dispel the truth Instead listening rapt to your heresy Your blasphemy of divine vi

I think the manifesters are full of shit I have met a god who loves with reckless abandon But must be met as an equal No prizes for cowardly desires and Long-distance lovers Wrongful wasted wishes yet I do believe in prayer I have seen it herald the sun and Wipe clean the land and Change a heart Yet still I sing with Two tongues and An eye left back by the tree Softly asking for Small blessings and peace all the while That first priest in me is still dancing Relentlessly Pray