Feet-first
Red rivers pool
To warm to home cooking
Into sun will- it’s laughing fire
Stretches its tongue lap
Up forward a smell of taste
Its’ gulp of frozen sugars
Enzyme into imagined sweet
Spits its’ half wad of
Un-swallowed spittle
Into the dark mud wine-deep
And the seed mill bloom
Into disentangled drape crusted
Sesame and cinnamon speckle
On epidermic outer relativity
Grape surface Light woven
Up into blind eyes
Self perceived as sea
The honey ooze of sighted clarity
Reason in its metric skittle niche
Turns the heart to things
Unreal- rather than things real
The place to feel the feet uncovered
For oil and the kiss of God’s love.