Liquid light of blue night intelligence

Slips into my veins as I slice open

To consume an almost ripe avocado.

 

A lone stubborn seed sings in the dark ~

Longing is on the ground I stand.

 

Like a fish out of water sometimes.

 

The moon is a convex mirror protrusion

Floating in the lake of my thorax ~

Speaking in rumbling syllables like

The currents of a rogue river.

 

This is why it is difficult to court

The life buried in the

Shape of a wounded knee.

 

Shadows quietly breathe, nails untrimmed

As an autumn day swishes in my bloodstream

 

Moonlight opalescence gets

caught in the salamander’s eye

moving upstream in undulating waters

and ancestral songlines for their spawns.

 

Thank god, I am never waterless,

Even when death comes

Heating me like a livewire.