A Cargo of Green Hearts
close your red eyelids, Varahi.
I long to see the sun bob across the sea
like an old boat and disappear.
the day has been too lengthy
the rough stones I piled upon my back
the way I stood upon my heart
instead of holding it. break
these things for me
break my heart.
your breath in my ear is sweet as grass
your curtains as beautiful as any
day, and I would say so even
if this were not winter.
the crickets sustain my
pulse. the owl watches my roads
with vigilance. there is no longer
any need to be frightened.
my arm hooping your round chest
I flatten myself like a field
upon the earth, your warm earth
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