Thursday, October 15, 2015

Deuteronomy 20: In Writing

Always, at the threshold
Woman, earth, and tree

Always the constellation,
with the gleaming

always fruit a moon
dripping overhead

Always her arms,
her fingers curled in tight buds

Always the blossoming of her belly
a room expanding to hold

like the earth always beneath
calling to your feet

Always the question:
Will you rest in her arms?
Will you take the fruit?

Waiting to be given
Waiting  to be taken

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