Like hunger, thirst,
the lush tendrils of night
sprout suddenly from our souls.
The puma hunts craving
salty skin. Eager for feel of earth,
rain shoots from the sky.

*

Thick marrow of the moon,
the emerging gentle push of
the ocean rising and falling
in one sweet rhythm,
a human body rising and falling
as it breathes.

*

The submissive sigh of trees
in the morning. The kick and stir one can easily attain
from a glass of gin. The on and off
of a flickering stove light.

*

Dead star starving for light,
palpitating planet looming inside.