contain me, release me

Lord, oh Lord!
whose clever mind birthed Adam & Eve
birthed symphonies
birthed tangerines.
Lord, oh Lord!
do rescue me.
i've found myself in love's bare hands
no garden-gloves to stave off thorns.
Lord, oh Lord!
its getting warm.
i've found that shiver on my spine
that blessed lesion in my mind
(his face like sun my eyelids bless)
oh Lord! do rescue me.
I pray for your great quiet wrath
that smote the smitten Hebrew girls
to snatch from me this priceless pearl
which i dare not release.
this ground is soft as snow: i'll sink!
oh Lord, do rescue me!
with hands that cannot cup his face
with lips that cannot part to speak
his name, i curse this sweet release.
oh Lord, do rescue me!

june

june is not sober
the cinnamon shock.
june is the sugar rush
drug of choice
the spanish moss
and harmless lance-edged
sands suckling my toes
like vodka.
intoxicating.
june is feverish
the hot gulp of tea
after two minutes of peppermint
toothpaste and listerine.
june is effervescent
the champagne hangover
the arms of the vapid lovers
or the newly thin.
june is that fervor
the unexpected orbital.
june is the salt-scratch at my eyes
(licking at my insides like
an oversize and very friendly terrier).
june is the courtyard
but june has no home.