Cactus Fruit 1

red brown
dust stinging tired
eyes watering quiet
spikes stinging tired
hands dripping salty tears
onto unfamiliar

Two steps forth
Two
steps,fudging,Three steps
back
One step closer to home

speaking familiar sounds in ambiguous ways
One step closer to home
One pace further from...
home?

He left the bounty to discover
the body somewhere across
the silent lines of color.

blue to green

he
leaving fields of stars
the haven of head
to step into the thicket of
snakes wrenching
from his teeth
from his words

the truth of his body

silent body
silent figures
silent bodies
here awakened
here stirred to passion
to dancing, to flight, given song to be quiet but not silent
given dance to move slowly but not still, to tense, to hush
to whisper

tired hands through sand dripping
with liquid not foreign
but desirable
tired eyes not flat, inactive observers
but visceral and watering

Two steps forward
Two steps forward
Two steps forward
in fields of stars
bloodied hands lift upwards
sweetness exposed
in purple
red

Take.
Eat.