I Want to Move Things with My Mind

Winner of a Yeats poetry prize 2008

I want to move things with my mind
Like your orange blossom face between
My two hands
The delphinium embrace of equinox cradling her white tears
New beginnings
I want to sing you back to yourself in English or French
Or yellow hypericum
I want to move things with my mind
Like you, like dark morello cherries from the ripe fall trees
Warm skinned, and deep with Spanish sun
And stain your mouth with dark purple Spirits.
I want to move things with my mind
Like my heart
Like oak trees surging up from below the ground
Like the color dark, my fingers brown
Strong in the earth. Divining you your realness
I want to move something larger than the god's honest truth
And smaller than a safety pin
Broken
Or Orion's sash-opened swaying
Freely from the brightest red star
I want to make you plant cedars and passion flower
Vines throughout my body
To apex my brow with wonder
I want to make you plant blood orange seeds
And belladonna on my mouth with your skin
When you smile dark
And tilt your head, I want to
Slide you across the table so fast- you'll spill into my arms
And forget there was ever a Time before I moved you.
I want to feel the stone of you heavy in my hand and wear
Away
All but is the earth of you
I want to spin the leaf of you with the motion of my air
And the deep watering of you
So you'll grow crazy brambles of wild roses
Instead of hair I want to move you with my mind and crawl on my knees
Through the thick
Undergrowth
Until I find-your spine in my palm
And the dye of Forget-Me-Nots blue on your skin.

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