Nature . PoetryOn August 16, 2020 by admin

You’re the one with the heavy chest and broad back
the buffalo soldier hair
across those wide ribs—bones of the world—
down to your fast narrow hips

You’re the one I lay down with at night

You’re the one whose curls I pull through my fingers
The one who holds the earth still for me

Yours are the dark eyes
that can kill me or bring me back
from the edge of the abyss
to an abundance of arms

You’re the one whose thunder I hear
across the earth
rumbling into the morning

I breathe your kicked up dust
satisfied to taste soil and seeds
before you rain on me

You’re the buffalo I lay with at night
and wake to in the morning
til sunlight steals my eyes and your scent