How to make love to the earth?
I need to. Imperative.
To say that I am here, a visitor,
sure, we nomadic
animals we roam
I have a firm and painful spider-
bite, in this way, am
but How to make love to the earth.
It is not enough-- walking around in shoes,
barricaded from the rain by wool.
Burning the wood.
Mab says take off all clothing, rely
on the mammalian warmth, my blood is hot,
after all, it is, my womb is a nest
at the end of a tunnel,
Mab says rely on this.
Spread your white legs to the cold,
it is not so cold, as all that,
let your knees fall slack and angled,
like arrows pointing west and east,
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