#localswampcrow

1.

The sunlight is no weight

Holding your body above the ground

Soles of feet to sodden earth

You are a pattern

A drawing with no line breaks

Undulating

Wriggling between blades of grass and the buzzing of an Asclepius blossom

This humid afternoon on the edge of the meadow never ends

Blood red analgesic

The sweet drip of honey

Look down and yellow stars mark a path

Without a doubt mycelial fingers are preparing to tangle with your footprints

The inner rings of the hawthorns, set neatly by the careful hand of the elphen queen and kissed by fairies

Are singing to the halos in the beeches and the bands of the great white pines

Where the ravens croak in syncopation

This in and out of the breath

Of the beat between steps

Does it make us?

Or are we just a part of each moon

Leaving perfectly misshapen, crescent paintings on the table?

2.

I wonder who's hand mine will fit into

Like bird bones in the sacred leather of a great paw

I know I'm not that brittle

But I do dream of a warmth enveloping

Huffed, puffed gently

Like the breathing of the cat at my hip

Sleeping

Socked feet, with the blankets pulled up snug

A square hand between my shoulders or

Over the coarse, cotton swept hairs on my stomach

And the humming of a fan muddled

What will it take

For me to be the child, and not just the caretaker

And how long?

Someone's hand ought to be that big

And shouldn't I reach out?

Shouldn't I want to sink deeper into this bed without fear of repercussions from someone who doesn't exist?

Yes. And I'd bet it on the stars

3.

Love! And faith that there will be love! And the stars are like a warm hand curling against my spine and the trees are a solid standing point to see down into the valley of unknown but still it glows with sunlight and that *is* know so it doesn't matter

And the dark outside the window is frightening but there's trash and cd cases and joint butts in the footwell and a blanket in the trunk next to a brick and an ice scraper and I'm safe from the world in there!

Someone will hug me again and our hearts will line up and I'll be kissed

I wasnt raised to sleep all cuddly, too many issues, but I swear one day I'll get what I deserve