I never could have thought my keyboard transforms so naturally into a grand piano every time I write. The prelude, the exposition, the recapitulation: it's my mind that creates; the fingers execute.
A poem from the collection chronicles of entering my body (Hypatia Publications 2021). You can watch a reading of this poem here.
you draw me close and drink
my nectar, you kiss
my blossom flower-heads, you
enfold my brooks,
my purple falls, my lissom
snow peaks, you
sink into the dark ravines of
my olive forests
my swirling seas, you wield
your love, your primacy
over my flesh, my bones,
my blood. I cannot
be possessed you know. I
take your infinite
seeds into my womb. I
sprout your love to life