Love her, love her (k)not;
secret her against your skin and
taste her salt. She
is the running of the wolves,
is the shaking of the photograph,
is a grainy and lamenting sky.
Warn her of your passing, and
warm your hands on her elm-embered fire.
Thread your fingers through her gold;
entice her away and
deal her a handful of stars.
Think her bright.
Think her bold.
Think her a warning poem, a favored psalm.
Report her shadowed limbs
……….(call to arms, to arms!);
climb into the dangers of her flesh and blood.
Case her joints for soul-sinew and
Stop yourself from breathing.
Stop your heart from waning.
Stop your own rotation.
Poetic Asides April PAD Challenge, day 23.