When she travel strategic
high and fast, she know you at length
unrolling your attention as if by foot.
And say she
drop closer (your unmoved breasts, yellow kiss)
inhaling a pyramid
of feathers, cardboard, lost leaves:
will you
have she
all the way around. Step back
anytime she want.
She pay the creek’s wages
she climb inside.
Plumes distended, a bundle of she
watches from a cystic rock.
Lie down all the time she want.
In bellbird notes your litter
airy blood she eat
and gather pecks of honeysuckle
for your monument
walking once around
she, your only mate