Holy Hell

holy hell
you speckled dog
you turned the ashes
in my mouth to sweet
something i don't want to swallow yet
but the blue
under my skin
to brine.
your black nose
and deep ears
filled with me
and filled me in
and under my skin
holy hell
i wanted to fall
and grow there under your paws
but not crossed
shadowed homeless birds
or you as you stalk
uncovering
where they come from
unbraiding the grass
blue in my wrists
do you smell the trail
do you come or run
and guard your neck

nov 26, 2011