Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Behind the Woodshed















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I met my inner man

behind the woodshed

when the chores

had been completed

for the day.


He gave me a bouquet of

redbud, willow, and pungent

Calycanthus.


We danced under the waltzing

of moonlit bats intent on

satiating themselves

with life.


Oh Sweet Mother Dawn,


How can my lips

be so untouched

and yet so exhausted?


© 2011-2012/Jamie K. Reaser

from "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (to be published by Hiraeth Press in August 2012)

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