Albero Della Vita
When you deny me, the world denies me.
I am embraced by a canopy of skulls.
Cornflowers wheel through open space,
spindly things in inhospitable terrain.
I am seeking the limit you embody,
bodiless, a changeling whose name
in a different alphabet means like.
Vegetation is not love, is not life:
it is the pleasure god takes in an
onrush of green. I mark the days
on a calendar of fertility, sip
densely sugared mint tea.
Crawl toward me, beloved.
I am the earth and the sea.
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