the land

she asks me to write a poem about the land

but how could i

when our relationship is the only one 

without words?

how could i

righteous in my mastery of pen

write of something so pure and effervescent,

without the need to define

how could i

dare to capture a millennia of heartbeats

of stardust and magic moons and hooves and breath

how could i

explain the way we are intertwined?

she asks me to write a poem about the land

but instead, 

I go outside