die in the saddle (poem)

down in the woods where the creatures burrow

the sun comes up

my sleeves come down

i reach to the heavens

i want my time to come

mother of life

tune me out

discard my soul

take my life

Lift my drapes, touch my skin, part my curtains

the sun shines on you

ecstacy

I die with you, mourned by earth

she eats me whole, she doesn’t eat you

you’re much too bitter. you picked her flowers

and killed her life

she lets you live, immortal

for the sun doesn’t shine on you, it burns

your lacy skin melts from the beams of light

for nourishment of life, you are alive but have no life.