song of september

petals cup my hands,
a green gold buzzing through fingers.

there is no god in any of this,
moon bright bruises,
charcoal smudge clouds,
where in this is god?

myrrh buzzing,
sink me lower in jeans.
wanting to kiss.
grass wet feet, breeze
buffeting elbows.

gazelles rub shoulders,
night grows crickets.
bricks rumble.

cup my hands and green
gold buzzing,
god, even slower,
drop me off
rooftops, a waterfall.

in any of this,
charcoal bruises
moon surfacing

kiss me cup my hands,
heavy petals
drop my eyes,

in a green gold buzzing,

i opened
and it flew.

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updated october 5, 1999