Barefoot

Circling tremor beneath The flowers Pulling, sucking at the roots Waxen petals Blend With Dirt Intone the musical whisper Of your gut Especially because you think it Ugly, unknowable, naked You must Descend the hearth steps Brick Stone Earth Where Nothing Drips Fingertips Lick dry lips The table’s arranged Don’t let slip The infinite secret song This aspect is Barefoot-tender Step and step We can cross...read more