I knew I loved you in the bushes,
whispering don’t wake the chicks
their eggs, their mothers

afterwards you lifted me onto shoulders
pressing doorbells, begging for champagne

we love each other with berry twigs, stems
of my eyes twisting together, vision blurred
I left wine bottles somewhere in your backyard

glass blooms into blushing mushrooms and
confetti ashes. when you left I dragged my body
through cauliflower fields, burning green heads, no

longer a steady stem of body, I am melted wax in
male green jars, my hair a fan of starved tentacles. I miss
you, but I’m floating across the field like a dream.