VI

Hold the bowl of your hips 

mouthward, toward the moon 

Howl out tenderness

(Death is just a room) 

Scrape stars from your lips 

Sunrise: blooming soon.

Dew drops drape your hips

Pull off your cocoon 

pray up your wolf kiss

To the fading night:

Perfect tender lips

Take up luscious light 

Sky skims off the moon:

Throws off starry shawl 

Dawn spins out from black,  

now you’re standing tall. 

Stand up naked now:

Set your house alight

rippling party-pray 

At the fading night.

Walk your good footsteps

String your own high-moon

Hold the dome of sky

read the sacred runes. 

Crawl back into this:

Wet earth, 

mother dune:

whispering fierce and whole,

brown and bathed in moon. 

Take your little home: breasts and teeth and bones

Slide slow back into

Womb-dune torn with tombs

Look death in her eyes;

night-ness always looms

Find yourself within:

Holy 

Body room

house of skin and hips

Tender temple boom 

Soul that tears and rips;

Heart that calls and blooms.