Monday, May 16, 2011


 an early summer morning of deeply hot sex
lying limp and sweaty on the bed staring at the ceiling while my lover fetched tea and toast
with high country choke cherry blackberry raspberry darkest purple preserves
i thought of the swallows in the mountains
the path of their flight
how i'd stand in the pasture look up to the sky get lost in their swirling dipping circles
their deep blue wings and golden bellies
i could smell the air the trees
could feel the open space in my chest
i could feel the mountains in my chest
lover brings me swallows in flight
tears streaming like a slow breeze
memories touched in my belly
made golden
made deep blue circles of light
with tea and toast
spread thick with sweet purple fruit.

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