Crib Death Poem by rich soos

I want the song of your mouth
to fly over the desert
with my beautiful body

you sit there among wild flowers
with secret smiles and naked voices
your long finger barely caressing your face

I see the daughter of your body
burning darkness above
your heart with beautiful eyes

you gather strength
from abandoned angels
and enter the forest floor
through your shadowed thighs

I cannot sit
I follow the geese through
the clouds to a hurricane

from Patient Rains And Petals (1981)