This is the soil that labors
beneath our feet, growing damp
with rain, with seeds
In late summer, a red blooming
that catches the sky's opal eyes
This is the leavening our bread
seeks, the grit our veins inhale
when our ribs twine
petal & spine
imagining light spilling over us
This is the river-sap that seeks
our bodies, every valley & groove
at rest, or rocking to birthing tides
The bones that shape your thighs strong
The fire that makes me arch my back
In the moonlight
This is our hunt & chase:
That we give & take
Each other's fruits, our tongues
running along this quicksilver blade-
Oh hold me, my fearless love-
Title & poem inspired by Judith Wright
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Sunday's Challenge: Judith Wright
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