tha gaol na chuan

Ask my love
ask my love to
listen / his chest
is a patchwork of
ocean / I can lie there
& thread salt to
my lashes / dream
of rivers
flying, landing
where our palms
touch / river &
palm: a lineage of
holding / limbed
choreography / birds
visiting like
ancestors, or
heart water / our oneness
is washed / our
separateness: cloaking us
as we
sleep / & under
morning, my love will
seed / nurse
the little breaths
that a life
makes / warmer &
warming / then his patterned
will walk out
amongst the
trees / climb the trunks &
hold on, hold
on —