Back

touch me in the morning

        and remind me of the river.

I've got praise in my teeth.

Pierce me through my head

         and shake this monkey from my back.

I'm in the bit again

       and it feels like wildflowers.

Open up before me

       such an unknown grace

Molasses loose, 

        like a Sunday psalm

                on a record sleeve.

wash wasted wanting,

       running 

new leather on cement,

down into it,

      making me

           pliable as a river weed.

You can have me.