loose threads

we unfold our crane bodies
to lay flat against one another
your creases and mine juxtaposed on the earth
your garden grows soft against my belly
perfuming my thighs, staining my hips red and purple
my moss coat, my hollow belly
your small hungry mouths seeking a sunrise at midnight

our garden lives as we live
and we hide our secrets down
among the roots and the worms
your mouth for mine
our crane bodies folding and unfolding
beneath a canopy of stars

-rjm