all of the ferocity of a hawk
myself sending feathers, fur, earth,
scattering through the grass,
myself sinking talons into your sides,
racing, your eyes turning upwards.
you in my blood.
the ground hard,
my efforts into nothing.
gone. Shot like a streak of silent
tall, leaning cities of the whispering grass.
I shake my head, take a moment
I had you that time.
could taste your desire to not be captured.
the still and thrumming summer afternoon,
breathes into the breeze, like
dissolving into water:
time,” you say, “Just ask.
and I shall give myself to you. Gladly,
the delicious rapture of eggs breaking
the flight of the future,
simply let you swallow me whole.
not come by force.
not open the chambers of my heart
with your manners,
with tears of bone-crushing longing,
your devotion to the gifts I gave.
gladly step out into the open and wait, humming.
Love never responds favorably to aggression.
know the meanings of the words, never and true love.
original loneliness and the ache to be known.
hunt me down
grasp will hold nothing but dust every single time.
Do I make
myself clear? You know I do,
is my middle name.
your eyes that cloud my vision.
try this again.
from the grass and offer myself to you,
for your part,
ask me to be your bread of life,
will let you break me into pieces,
will let you lick your talons,
the flavor of eternity.
return, let me do the same
your incessant, self-deprecating shame,
will both enjoy each other
the roiling passion and abandon
dissolving into day
giving way to darkness.”
Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog