you are 
the phosphorescence
my leaf
my wing
lunar moth
are sweet in my mouth 
as Doug fir tips
a taste I know well
flood tide combined with ash
i seek you always 
in the singed wings of angels

in the moist tongue
furled in dreams
i lay down in the loam 
with Michael 
with Gabriel
who are assigned 
to the cardinal directions
of your astral body

i hear you on the empty sea
immense tide 
mouth of the river
i stand on this coastal shore naked
holding Thunderstones 
beneath the tyrant sky
my unbraided hair
this temple of birds
hallucination
earth and sky 
day and night
calling out
in the other way