As always fabulous words from a really good person …

House of Heart

When you are thirsty

I am a pool at your feet,

a water fall scooped up

to your lips.

I offer my bones to

your hunger,

feel my pulse beat

beneath your teeth,

gnash and gnaw  until

you are filled with

the blood I bleed for you.

Bend me, a  taut bow,

I will defend you.

When you lose your words

I will be be your tongue to

speak for you.

I love you as the seed loves

the black earth ,

I will be your desert,

footprints below your feet.

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Mark Spain art

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