dearest

as if i were

a self-planting furrow,

layers of deep earth

folding in over themselves:

in the warmth, i feel,

like your eyes,

rich as dirt.

one time i weeded on an aunt's farm:

the fineness of that soil

it got everywhere. and its moisture.

in the sun it looked deep and endless.

and when touched, it was warm

even in the dark places

warmed only by the sun.

how much warmer i

under your regard?

dearest

light of love
lingering, glancing like sun off the water
scatter of luminescence
the palm of the hand
hitting the water

the water is permeable
wide with toothless mouths
a thousand floating wrists
a thousand limp hands

i will factor this in, dearest, in gratitude.
you put the light in my hands and
when i smack the water it's for you

for you my love loved one with
eyes like sunfire

for you my loved one for the one i love