These are my words 

And this, this 

Is my tissue, my salt, my bones 

My earth my worth 

You are a bell 

Your tongue 

Hits my body 

My yoke 

My yolk 

I touched you once 

Now you resonate inside of me 

Forevermore 

In a field 

A field of  

Dandelions 

Time swirls around us 

On a breeze a whisper 

The gospel calls this  

Devotion 

My devotchka 

My darling light 

My skin hangs  

Like a question 

On my bones 

In the air 

We are just seeds 

Pods and petals 

Handblown handmedowns 

But all there is and so 

Finally they hear the music 

And they dance  

Like gold and silver 

Look closely at each  

Bud that opens and see 

The sugar dripping  

From between the legs 

Of mother nature 

The sugar sweet like 

Sap like syrup 

Like everything is  

Happening at once 

And we cannot bare  

To look away and 

Dali knew what life was  

Life was melting like clocks  

Like warm Camembert 

Like dreams 

Like visions 

Oh god  

I can see you now 

Your questions 

Hang like skin 

Upon my bones