coyote lovesong

She is too possessive

the desert swallows you, pulls you close, claims your love

holds you under marbled banks of slickrock sea.

 

Show our throats to persephonic cycles

for lifetimes, deep-breathed dancing through the Mesozoic

stockholm syndromic at the mercy of her lightshows.

 

Their vaporous voices in ethereal-frenzied-nocturnal choir!

we celebrate consumption, we succumb

to primal radiation by lunar refracted beams.

 

We fed the skinwalkers

with the heat of every home we ever loved

we shook til morning in folded sandstone reams.

2018.

© grace whatley, 2020

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