looking towards
the moon
a waning crescent
a sliver
in the night
you there
in the north woods
and me
here in the hills
of my birth
I think of you
below maritime stars
eyes lit
like a field
of mayflowers
I stand
by my pit
of fire
flames
kissing
the night
as I would
your neck
my heart
in your hands
one defends
and the other
conquers
you have
conquered
all of me
I lay myself
down before you
like a vast
tilled field
ready
to be sown
you have
dug your fingers
into the meadows
of my heart
you've planted
your seeds
come fall
we'll harvest grain
Jake St. John spends nights in a fort on the edge of the woods. He is the author of several collections of poetry including Snow Moon (Holy & Intoxicated Publications, 2019), Lost City Highway (A Jabber Publication, 2019) and Working Man’s Odyssey (Analog Submission Press, 2018). His poems have appeared in print and online journals around the world.
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