LOVE POEM

2 3 R L O V E P O E M C E C I L Y P A R K S I begin on an uncertainty of asphalt. I run with my mouth open. I open my mouth to breathe into yours. On a whim the Queen Anne’s lace o√ers the roadside a galaxy. I run. You take care of my breath. You take care of it again. Is this a practice of trust or a consequence of summer’s washes and decoctions? Like one admonished for not darkening enough my nights, I ask further into the inflorescent quiet. Once a woods, always a woods. The sky begins at my mouth: star, moon, meteoric truck. I find the wind. You find my west. The contours of the pasture repeat the contours of animals who wake in the promise of grass. I love exhaustion. I love it again. ...