LOVE SPURTS IN THE DUST

LOVE SPURTS IN THE DUST
for smith and the Venus Transit, and after  “Unknown Nipple” by smith

It’s hard to think of anything more loving
than things meeting the rain.
Rain popping them open.
Jewelweed, humus,
worm castings.

Flowers with
lips

Flowers
that sip

Flowers
that die down,
edging soil up

Bee excrement.
dust pollen.

Flowers of sorts
burble up out of rock
to meet the rain

They break down,
sediment accretes,
and rock is made

 

A dove watches two sparrows
on phallic bark
they make luff
luff fluff
cloaca to cloaca
beating wings
plastic-like bones
over bending, flapping feathers

That’s air creature love.

 

It’s hard to thing
of anythink more loving
than thinks meeting the rain…

Thinks under burden
of overthought wrought tightness
then getting rung
with the flung
of emotion
dripping down
showering down
battening the hatches down
cathartic rope
throaty
beating

 

Cycles, the sky loading laden
cycles, the sky burgeoning burden
cycles

the sky bequest and budged

Sunshine on a half shell
lips of the ecstatic kit
poetry wrung from numbers
apple heirs to air
flower power
sawdust on ice

lite kite
shine open

mind

~ Lady