for
Wren-Heart
(a Mayan Princes)
Breast to breast
We dance proudly
Through the square.
Swollen milk-maids
Warm with sloe teats,
Turn to scent us...
How dare we mark
The golden days
And silvery nights
Atop this mound
And call down Native
Laughter where we lie...
It was I
Who drank the sunrise
And went mad...
She sang:
(how sad)
"You wear your love,
I wear my anklet,
You share your love,
I like you hard.
You teach me love,
I take you in..."
Wren-Heart
He sang...
Begin again.
by
Flying-High Mountain
(date unknown)
...