Power

I want the Sun,  
drum-beating,    
throbbing on a salt water sky,    
I want sand,    
I want skin and the arc armed spine  
lifting up to stretch from relaxation or test,    
I want bare nails, bare kisses,    
the unapologetic liquor in a clipped on tin,  
rucksacks, nudity,    
child-free quietness,  
rest in the organs of me,    
I want bodies    
moved to immovability,    
touched by tomorrow  
and yesterday and today.  
I want expansion,    
to eat the cherries off your tongue,    
to tie knots in all your wisdom,    
smoke, dusk, wilderness -  
to linger where it lies  
knowing confidence,    
our safety  
is wrapped in mutual design,    
I want to weave something powerful  
deep into the earth,  
to read as you watch,  
breath stiff, curled,  
I want to wear my hair like birches do  
and when you wrap in all your fingers  
to know no harm is intended,    
no dominance lives here,    
you're just lost within a void,  
reconnecting with the seas.