Wildflowers

The fire in your bones

they licked my skin and now besmitten

I've fallen for you, like one falls

or drops and rolls, in a field of sun

and wildflowers with grins all

over our faces. Close to you,

the blood of your hair plays wind

songs, near to me. On beaches

night waves join the new

confessions, and tired reaches

break on the warmth of warmth

of a long last sigh and knuckle-white

hands held. Let go, forbid us, while

honeysuckle climb arm and kiss

me, beside a thorn and cross.
A fierceness, within you--
within me, like wind traces
through our scars and weaves
an old story--leaves of hope
on a tree of care--and, I, heart, thee.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.
-Louis Bogan

“By daily dying, I have come to be."
-Theodore Roethke