absolute music

to be caught in his arms like absolom,

mouth hanging open, his legs in the breeze fluttering

like daydreams, the quaint spheres of a gallwasp’s kiss

bloom in tandem at the branches of his fingers:

love rooted in blood and soil grows, despite all

he is delicate as haiku, strong as the rope of his crow-hair

he will sift my body like sand, like a name on the wind

my adroit darling, i will catch his head in my lap