Breath me.
Through your nettles
crisp and fragrant--
Breathe all over
me.
I want to feel creek spray
tiny droplets come to rest on my skin,
rushing inside my bones
and caressing the bump
in the middle of my chest
dripping and tripping over stone and bramble--
drip into me.
clear and cool on hot skin
I want to wander through your meadows
a hundred blades of sun soaked grass
staining my feet all sorts of viridescent
pressings--
Press into me,
your dreams
light them into me like the memory of moonbeams
of starshine in black skies touching an indigo range
Touch your skin to mine.
I want to know you like sipping birch bark
branches
like positioning lips
on pine trees and drinking it all in.
Put me in motion.
like the wind that moves us--
pushing, rolling, folding
fold into me.
almost like a flame
curling, tasting, burning
waking in the morning to lightness and shadows
odors of crunching dock
and unruly sage.
In one breath I can feel you
pulsing in my fingertips
dancing on my tongue
and expanding into my chest
Breathe me.
