To feel the moon

Move through my blood is no mere dream

To please

Or open queenly stance

Its rather of the soil and mud

We reach our body through

A body flavor

Tasted by the whorls of ruddy liquid

Coursing through these veins

Our inner eye that sees

Our inner ear that hears the rhythm

As a counterpoint of

Ancient drums

I’m looking at

The place of all emerging flower patterns

In the sky

And I

Hum softly some

Random scatterings

Across the floor

Creating in the mind

Moses Staffs

That turns to snakes before the Kings

Or serpent tangled trees

Or is it lay lines of the earth

Not seen but gnoing the effects

And worth

Unlearning constellations

So as lovers we can relearn

All the valleys of the flesh

Re membering

All former shadows

Of our parts we scattered or’ the Nile

Twin mates within a womb of wombs

Retold as tales

To children in the round

A bedtime story

Of what love holds for us all

Not just one fall

But endless scamperings around the maze

Little furry things

We lift our eyes in wonder

As we finally stop looking at the walls

Lift voice

And make some birdie calls