keystone, summer sunshine, path along the canal
where other beasts of burden called out—
you are a world to me, a delicate ecology unto yourself
in the paths of my veins.
lynch pin, wishbone, the grace of rain
at the end of a long drought: bring me with you
wherever you will go, show me the path.
i am dark with desire:
endless chasm, bottomless trench, an Atlantic storm
and miles of thunderheads in my wake
waiting to me filled
with the wind and the rain of your love.
you touch my arm, my neck, i light with
your insistence—else a canyon, rift of needing
in the broken soundscape of my heart.
draw your riverbed here, love:
carve an eon of traveling, feeding, blessing
here between my throat and breast.