sticky, syrupy, soul,
drink of the porous presence
whose spirit is the nectar
that shapes the hands
that sew the seeds into the ground,
stitching them into the soil,
so honeyed lemon petals
expand and unroll,
spin and unfold
forever.
velvet planet
dusted in gold,
shake your soldiers loose
and let them fall away
into the bruised
and empty sky
to save the innocent fools
still standing in the clay.