by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
leave the hard ground
skip the clouds
pass rain, rainbows
flesh around
take from You what my hands feel
smell, inhale
impassioned reel
dizzily illusion fair
ugliness ignore and rare
color more than I could know
in my mind and soul live grow
kiss of airy lips
and view
face each second wild and new
voice sing heart and body burst
transform dryness into thirst
sated drunk fruit pour my throat
sigh so satisfy and coat
every atom mardinade
Love, Pure, Sweet, Your bride have made
