First Blush

In my blue morning fantasies —

Foxes run across your wild mouth /

misty plumes swell from the cunning of your brow.

With your eyes enblazed with ineffable winds

moaning rivers twine through the straining of your breath.

Within the shadows loving beasts stalk the silence / the flesh of shuddering forms that stir the scents and the senses.

Amongst the rushes and the thirst /

across the hunted shoulders and the shores

blue herons scatter amidst our splaying limbs.

Where beds of rosethrushes and heaving bodies merge — the bright day breaks / the threads of life conspire.