Love like a Swamp
Swamp is open craw, gulping throat
Where everything unloved collects
And sits, held, held for the first time
Rough things, pointed and sharp
Cradled for the first time in sitting water
Wait and see what happens, what grows
What ridges run along the surface of the water
Soak up your secrets and never spit them out
No body, no crime, no nothing on the surface
The swamp owns the dark bits, all that
You killed and that might kill you and it loves
It loves you, your secrets, your teeth rested
Against its algae frosted ear
Speak quietly, it can still hear you
Join its loved unloved collection, and grow to fit
Your container in the swamp heart
Wet and wide and so full of blood it can
Run the world, a swamp is a warm
Hand pressing against the heat of your chest
Fingers in your mouth, something to suck on
As you sink, closing your lilypad eyes
You are only beautiful if you break the surface
Pulling sun down to muddy murky carp dwelling reeds
Let it eat, nibble you, pulls the sheath off your roots
Strip to green shoot and stalk, no barriers
Love like a swamp, are you burning down or
Cracking open, let the water in, let it fill you
Gasp your last fragments of air
Learn to love the bottom of something in return.
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