Long Heart –

Here, on this outcurve inclining

toward deliberate outcome I

surrender my

arms and cry to the Moon, grand-

Mother moon – twigs break

beneath my feet

and I feel an Ancient fear in

my breast a heaving

surging thing that splashes

like water against

glass – here, in the darkness

there are only

prayers of

surefooted Engraving her

arrow fletched

from the bow finds

blood and censure, pain

and Recognition – We stretch

back our Memories

of an anxious child inching

out of the rain

to say

yes, I loved you, even then – We

dance because we cannot walk, our

promise is deadly, Sure; it

is in darkened

catacombs that we

come to Our creator, trickster

Spirit from on-high

who holds us

lingering in his embrace, brujo

of iron and silk --

long pressured waves of variegated Coils

pulse

in our intent, Our homecoming one

unseen but

understood as supplicants before an oak

tree trembling in the Wind; we

are forsaken

there in our shower shedding violent skin

from our legs, scarred

by fire and sacred rites

our wrists

cut and pleading we

wander naked in the Street as

God

commands

Us looking to each other

with supple

Hope, a virulent Intake

of breath; --

the sudden Longing now Enlarged

with

curling Suns

and washing; --

Our hands rough in

saltwater

intone libation

and Surmise

in this, Our sacred Earth our

burial truth --