Echo

I hear myself drought caught
Pleading a windy cause
Dry as the earth without rain
Crying love, in tongues of false thunder
While my love waits
Like a seeded trap in the door of my house
Mouth bound with perfect teeth
Sure of their strength on bone
While my love waits
To swallow me whole
And pass me as echos of shadowless laughter
Quiet
My love
Waits at the door of my house.

In my yard myths of rain
Hang like a sheet of brick-caught silk
Torn in the sun.