like mud flung
from pools formed
with flood's flash
she's hurled
against you
things pass
like bentonite
she draws in
her apologetic
ritual evidenced
a caked splatter stain
on your ruined trousers
on your ruined trousers
like mud flung
from pools formed
with flood's flash
poppies
nod to
brave
morning
tangerine
crepe unfurls
tissue-paper thin,
trusting light
exposed
their inner
selves sway
ecstatic
beneath
warm
brilliance
I am a glorious
round sweet pea
on your tongue
you roll me
savor, taste
the meat of me
honor the succulent
earth in me
see me for
the pea I be