the ripeness of seed is not alone


a thrashed out summer, vintage
  culmination of

risk, harmony, curvature of an
  intentional space;

here is the witness, the grab
  of weight and its

vehicle of gravity; love is a
  rock etched, skinned.


the ripeness of seed is alone;
   its neck deep in the red of

wood; an etch that seeks community,
   the wish of communion, the

resin that guides sap and wishes
   harm away; this seed is best

remembered not alone but with
   others, engaged, engorged.