An infant. Nose, Sweat, Eyes, Mouth, Ear, Bone, Earth

Nose, Sweat, Eyes, Mouth, Ear, Bone, Earth

I know you are mine by the smell of your scalp

Sweetness of your ear, eternity in your breath

Drips of milk have gone sour at your collar

My hands, whimpering, bury you close
Unglue your hands, moist from clutching

Why do your eyes search at the window

Through thick and winter ginko branched night?

Your gaze is tight, as if you know

Telling myself it is not about me, I must give up

Carry you to the rhythm, overcome aches, time
You are me and I am you, carried by myself

Into your canyon of curves, whispering winds
My own ears would never hear blow

I've gotta go, son, and you'll stay a bit

Beyond the ginko tree, 'til far into the fog
My bones, your bones—shall fissure in the folds of earth