Someone has written your body on the grass
In long erotic brushstrokes loaded with dew.
You shine on green blades that shimmer as we pass
Sighing thigh and eyelash as only you could do.
The trees’ great roots tangle enticingly
Romancing the dark fructification of earth
As I romance you in the grass blades,
Erect in the dirt as iron filings pulled toward magnetic North.
How I want to roll in you, breathe in you,
Bury myself in you,–pull the lawn up like a coverlet
And sleep in the deep mystery I see is you
Always and everywhere, even in death’s regret:
When you are gone, let my bones on your bones
Lie lingeringly–against death’s cold alone.