of a march morning

paint me alabaster if you dare ....
feathered in grasses golden
i will stand solitary
and naked
in
fields laid smooth by northerly winds & tall white birds
add to me your meridian scars
cobalt
         and raised to the sun
arms outstretched for crows & demons
paint me alabaster if you dare ....
far from crowds & circuses
far from pressed tenderness
as i hold tenderness between felt & fold
enough for a thousand lifetimes
noble patience comes the day
knowing rains & midnight to bind
paint me alabaster
i will wait for you
here ...