let me eat the seed named longing
/ let my loss-felt-deeply grow / twist out of my throat /
let its vine reach for your ear / send suckers into your thoughts /
let my longing / push shoots of feeling in your heart
/ let it wind root-hairs about your lungs / let it bind
all the organs until meaning and body
become one / and you / and I / one
so together we bleed / clot / heal and long again
for what is the same / and what is different
for what can be separate  / yet never alone
for ripeness /for ready / for always / ready

poem and photo by Jo Mariner