I abide summers that twist

amid your wild briar coverts,

and immense evenings

that blossom like a red bruise.


As you shudder flesh into

flesh in underbrush, a raven

is loosed on the world. Feel

my heart drum within.


Children, cover yourselves

with leaves and come

into the garden whose moon

ignites the skin with pale fire.


Apple trees hiss words

in starlight, our bones repeat

what they say: dance together,

sinuous in tall grass.