Giant
Sun Set
A
barely there glow
Rising
from the toes
Rolling
uphill to knees
Half
folded in upward arcs
Which
pull the thighs taut
To
balance a torso
A
trembling see saw
Tilting
into the wind
Supporting
redwood trunk
With
firm branches
Waving
and welcoming
Young
families of hawks
Nesting
in the shoulders
Just
under the hair-line
Hidden
to hunt from
Her
neck turns
To
hear the song of morning
And
a slight shiver
In
an unexpected breeze
She
turns towards the horizon
Stretching
to the fading stars
Saluting
the moon
As
she reaches to pick up
The
now robust sun
At
her feet
She
places the sun on its track
And
takes a step
To
guard its primordial path
Shaking
the ground
She
steps again
Softer
as not to wake
Those
who do not see her
At
sunset’s edge she sinks down
In
slumber to kick the moon
Into
place where she left it
Hunger
A
rock hole
Carved
into flesh
Boring
into bones
Burning
a buried
Bottomless
pit
With
stinking pitch walls
That
cannot be climbed
Crumble
the moment touched
Soiling
the assailent
Surrounding
the individual
Until
they are unable to move
Immobile
in their desire
They
doze and dream
Not
to sleep
They
slip and fall
Into
a tunnel
That
narrows
As
they slide
Into
all-consuming want
Worried
where words
Fill
nothing and promises
Gut
protruding bellies
Thoughts
balloon
Bursting
egos
Rain
down in pieces
On
dry wells
Acidic
oceans
And
fallow lands
Sweet
Boy’s Words
Your
words are like no other
I
tilt my head and listen
For
the pattern that soothes me
That
grooms my insides
To
sigh a dance of delight
As
soon as I hear
How
you say
What
you say
Your
way
Today
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