Bodies

Of ferns and furs,

O hibiscus and horns,

Meet like two colliding spacial lakes

In eclipse.

Their bodies are seen

In the canopy of forest rufage

And in fallen feathers and lost bones.

They are the bark on tree spirits

And the whiskers on a spirit guide.

Their energies run through

Oxygen and blood.

They are panic and glory

In every hunting and hunted beast.

They breathe through stems and breastbones,

Leaves and femurs.

Their spirits touch

To create great beauty.