To be encompassed by the brilliant earth
Breathing on all sides pungently
Into her vegetation’s lapping mouths
Must feel like such encroachment
As edges off your nerves to mine,
The hemming contact that’s so trammelled
By love or look,
In death or out of death,
Glancing from the yellow nut,
Eyeing from the wax’s tower,
Or, white as milk, out of the seeping dark,
The drooping as you close me in
A world of webs
I touch and break,
I touch and break.