Reading+Genesis

You & I would end as tongues of salt In the plains near Sodom. Pillared, bodies, we last as taste. Sodium scapulas under a petrified sun softened in grooves & notched by deer, we could hear light through spruce boughs, horses sloughing flies that orbit like moons. Your dusty ankles, strung with bells sprinkled the footpacked road with music. Sluice of apples. Animal farts. Slop Of cow-flops & a handful of raisins. A stick in your hand, conducting the locusts. Reeds faint in the shallows, weave like wine-filled stars in the slurry of unhurried clay, sashays of liquid copper saying //this day,// //this day,// shiver the river, newborn breasts rising hard as love itself, sucking the green plum. Katydids sing into honey & pitch, the lull full of figs, sinking & sopping in a full-throated lunge. Here, hover here my lover, I am blind with touching your salt spine & ribs. I appear static, but I advance & retreat. I answer your leaving, turn toward your breathing, a stele of wind in a field gone fallow.