Like a backwards cat
I tail you for balance.
Watch-a me coming. O hi,
I’m your horizon.
Ride into me.
Let me relieve you
of the collapsed star of your year.
I’m warm and I want to be dusty, buster.
Bring up yourself.
Show up. Toes to the mound.
Come to the mound of me.
Receive my mountains.
Claim to be one of me.
Belong in it. Believe me you.
Be hushed of me and you.
Write scripture for us to follow.
It’s love and you are unhallow.
You are on holiday in me.
Go all the way with me,
relax your glamour.
Glean me for sustenance.
Make marks. Leave parts of you.
Lick back fear. Retrieve me.
Retreat? Come on. As likely.
No way. You’re a treat, you’re a retreat.
You retreat and you know what,
you re-treat me,
baby.
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