love as an animal
Does this animal run through our bloodstream across broad plains too hot for the soul?
Does this animal bleed from our skin as thickly as maple from the heart of it’s mother?
OR is it only here to be used as the sweetener on a breakfast of conceptual existence?
my mouth closes around a spoon of stuff that has no logic in which to plant its sturdy birthing feet, my hands grasp at light, splaying fingertips and casting arrows, my brain competes for fertile earth in which to plant it’s seed and the neural race quickens to enhanced vision despite potential for death and entrapment in hollow eyed laughter…..
I am spewing an outrage of honey air
and imaginary nails pin me to my cushion
but still I KNOW
I am bidden to sweep this endless hall with my skirts
of invisible love
