Bee Williamson

Tangly tights

And knotted noses

Breasts like roses

Like the dragonfly
tatooed on your shoulder
this
may
be
who you really are.

I am opening your book
it is my life
a sacred turning towards
your Love

The immense sorrow of stars
scattered in a stretch of lonely space
filtered only
by shadows.

Chips flake away from the varnished surface.
I try to spit shine the layers of illusion
simultaneously on and off.

On days, it seems our earth
is scolded for her unruliness,
borders fall out of place,

not only what will happen
to my species

the bliss of small things

loved with each hand
of each generation