January air is amniotic. / February will come like a birth or excision.
January air is amniotic.
February will come like a birth or excision.
This is love right now:
Christmas bushes burning red through the mud.
This is a portrait of you
with a trowel and sweaty nape.
I may keep the soil under my fingernails,
carry it 'til Spring, return and dig my hands in.
I may leave this moment here, in the nectar of the grevilleas,
when the sun takes its warm hand from my cheek.
The youngest leaves shiver with a breeze too weak for me to feel.
Then I feel.