No more wandering. I'll wrap your feet in clay--
wind roots around your ankles, till you stay
your restless dancing. Till you dance
here, with me. Until you rest. Each day
with me. Lay with me, down: over us the soil
a coverlet: soft, bundled against toil.
Rest, dear. I'll wind up every lovely sense
of yours in dirt--send little worms to coil
(to swap your eyes, your lips, your tongue--
all your softnesses). To sate them. So long
you wandered, restless. Be here. Lay
down now, darling. Let others seek and dance:
Darling, let go each starveling sense.
I'll hold you, root you, cover you, love. Stay.
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