For the Sundress

All grace little flowers

Little rivers dry sand

And something speaks

Not with words with skin

All love little sleep

Big mountains poke

And something dies

Not with body with eyes

All sleek little soul

Thick forests dream

And something loves

Not with mind with heart

All anger little hands

Big house taunts

And something lies

Not with clothes with bones

All little lovely little

Old man remembers

And something snaps

Not with fury with vice

All sunny little clouds

Dirty rooms divine

And something rips

Not with flesh with lips

All wandering little home

Little one dances

And something rises

Not with bile with blood

All beat little slap

Young goddess pleads

And something is needed

Not with sacrifice with gift

All warm little cold

Burnt paper reveals

And something cries

Not with pain with fear

All lust little kiss

Fountain shout evil

And something grins

Now with teeth with smile

All loss little gained

Dust blow desire

And something lives

Not with textbook with lily

All rage little thought

Large dog leaps high

And something shakes

Not with hand with death

All pale little scar

Lovely thing mocks

And something believes

Not with faith with touch

All words little spoken

Once fox goes eternal

And something reminds

Not with face with scheme

All taken little left

Old fool redeems

And something ascends

Not with God with gods