Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Prayers & Gloves

I am curled around You
like a vine

but this sap we
drink from
has no name.

If I go out
into the world today
You will be gloves
for my thoughts.

You will be coated
with my breath
where nothing is seen
without breathing into it.

I will take You home.

We shall
come together
inside a green fountain

with prayers and gloves
that are also hands.