You Don’t Need Another Poem About My Shame

And if I want
    the day to break me, what then?
A horizon filled
    with daffodils, echoed with
desire. The day
    calls me close, its riverbank
washing stonefruit over my feet
    and the expanse above has no face,
a mirror puckering its lips.
    Anywhere is yours
and by yours I mean to love.
    Submerging into the hillside, the grass
refuses to look away
    from the sky and I
let myself look
    too. The wildness will decide
my fate and what if I want it
    to? The skin of the peach sweats to
answer my thirst.
    I draw my tongue
across the light
    on the bank as if to reduce whatever
distance I have placed
    between me and the mist on my face.
Upriver is someone who helps
    day fall gently across thistleweed.
When I meet her, she will
    place a cherry pit to my lips,
ask me what it is that I want.