in the world where we are together,
the rivers have hands that pray.
the birds have learned how to cry
and worms have hearts and a central nervous system.
everything is human here.
spiders pay rent to stay in the corners
of our ceilings.
trees sing folk songs about their fallen
brothers and sisters.
the wind is their mother, swaying
them to sleep, trying to quiet the grief.
the rocks write poems about the ocean
but never show them to her.
they cry erosion and she
does not know how to
give back what she has taken.
I kiss you in front of the bruised face
of the moon
and can hear the blood pooling
underneath the silver skin.
there is no shame here.
the grass begs for our bodies and we oblige.
the crickets tune their strings and
start playing their symphony.
we are never alone, but we are free.
the earth has a pulse that we
check with our bare feet.
even the concrete hums.