Come to me
in the stillness
of a pine’s hard eye
Come in the pricking
of narrow brambles
of sap on skin
My body
is the private throat of Earth
the wet russet leaves of thirst
Bring me the claw
the wild thaw
of deep-seeded soil
Stretch
across bare red rock—
raw mountains in my hands
I touch you
Unearth you
Rivers flow
to the curve of your tongue
Sedimentary fossils—
rock flowers
pattern layers of our skin
Eons shift—
deliberate
Stung wet
we glow
