Your Fragrant Earth
Let me fall asleep and wake up high
Deep in your fragrant earth.
And lose myself in dewy dell, and scented sap,
and bristly brush of woman's hearth.
Don't pierce it, trim it, bleach or raze it,
Or spray your woolly well.
I want your roaming, tameless, wild turf,
Your spicy, musky, steaming earth.
Let me crawl inside
Your redding ridge, your misty moor,
And drug myself on your forest floor.
I want to wake within your tangled grove,
In rumpled, jumbled, fabric wove.
And wait for night, when I will dream again
Deep in your fragrant earth.
Copyright 2002
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