Blood Grinning

Don't take that tone with me
in your blistered whiskers
hot honey jar
classic clawing rabbit's feet feverishly
functioning to no less keep me awake
or alive
or fit for retention
for even the Devil, they say, is
clever and cute

carrying this bulge is not only
my guilt
but my stain as well
and my glory, amen
sheltered beneath the expansive awning of
your celestial gaze

my upturned heaven-sent calf cry
suckling the sweet nectar of your dew claw
rosy your nipples perch the sparrow
sweet morning song
soft morning wood blossom
sunlight settles delicately on a
stolen forest patch
encircling two doves torn and rent
two wolves
fed
and full.

TA