i can jump a three thousand year old desert
i can bound over the mountains of the moon
i can bend over jupiters blues
i can allow the seas to send seven songs of wisdom
from their deep throated estuaries
i can allow the stars to shine
but i can never call the rain mine

yet.
i am still a six thousand year old cave painting. yours
i am still a bat in an attic. yours
i am still a bee in the ceiling. yours
i am still a butterfly in a lanternhouse. yours

you are still that sunbeam that races over the sand. mine
you are still that corner i am about to walk around. mine
you are still channels and winds alive. mine
you are still that lofty
love making
arm bending
granite crunching
heart of. mine