Night is a nicotine patch A burnish of black leather A bleeding scratch On the naked nether It is altogether a womb A giants eyelid blinking A mammoth’s bog tomb
I fly like a bird in stillness over pools of lemon and blue and cut through leaves of fire to find safety with you your heart an oasis the milk of human kind
If I could nurture life like a woman What a tapestry of light my heart would weave Ambivalent beauty in a shield of light If I could nurture life like a woman
