and i paint rain nights, sunlit scented
castles to your skin with hands, tender,
trembling wide with force of magic bent
between the summoning from storm
and time left lying, careless, spent
with chalk dust limbs, rolled into sleepy
voice like twilight into night gaps,
and between the spring i fall and wine
glows crimson in the candle flame
when heart bends to you, unprotected,
folded from the stars to kitchen tables,
joint return and walks with autumn, out-
bound, puzzling love lines, smooth where
eyes would break in everyday and
called by candied ponds, in gardens,
outpoured and just clay as it is
nothing else we need for soil to carry
bones to open land and cracks in what
is growing hard in gray of clockwork,
rolled in you, in nutmeg scented skin and
dew drips light from overgrown in fern-webbed
forests, lush, i sip on branches, thick
with sap– and mornings
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this is my entry into FormForAll at dVerse – guest-hosted today by the absolutely wonderful Lady Nyo…Gates open 3 pm EST… and we’re writing love poems..