What is

Love when it washes

away blood flesh

bones when

shedding is bursting

quiet like moles

What is

love when it suckles

light for space

The Gardener my mother

my twin enamored

with what I’ve come

from me

What is

love when it livens

rooting nourishes grounding

catalyzes becoming cauldron

grail life-full

fountaining breath

because…

What is

love when it sitting

beside dying transitions with

always there kissing never

lonely always one always

alone            ?