and then it was I realized we all create our own
Garden of Eden and so I have placed for you
here the glasswort with its thorny stems
the spray of the ocean upon my lips
the pale sea glass green of your eyes
I will set in gold for you my ring to you
the double crested cormorant will dive and bring to the surface
a silvery mackerel and I will rub it with wild sage
salt from the tempestuous air sauté it over an open
blaze the blaze from my heart’s blade for you and I gather
cattails and pussywillows for you and together we name
this red bird for the very first time Love
biting down on your nipple my beloved
and hearing the angel’s rustling in the sumac leaves
in the language of warning and we rise to find
the flaming gates
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 1.
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