held in the arms of cottonwoods arising a potent recital of memory arising two bodies root as the place speaks of itself its breath filters through the screen we sway in its speckled light berries ripen as we chew and the music of a soul plays loud clear soft sweet
i will harbor your words if you so kindly will mine nourished now in the front of mind the heart stitched to your bare shoulder is warm to the touch and imperfect to the eye the threads loose as you mend plucked by the pointed nails of shapeshifters willing you to bend
its the burning of prairie the numbing of nettle piercing of thistle wash it away in the cold creek and inhale the remnant smoke of their smoldering steps your life is yours and mine is mine and as the blood orange sinks in the sky i feel the loose threads as they weave and intertwine