woo

did you think you could hold me?
--by draping yourself in green
the trees hanging low over the flowers
cascading down the rocks
--will not make me stay.
did you think
if you set blue-jays among the strands
of grass
--that I wouldn't go?
if you covered the sun with your hands
and veiled your fierce temper mild
no. these things come for themselves--not for me.
but--if I've ever done you service
hold the roads steady, hold them snaking
and I will keep my eyes open--sacrifice
when I come back
let me follow your spine
I will walk among your ribs
I will walk--humble and joyful as the doves
within you again
till then--I will tell them
of their sorrow
who have never thirsted for your breath