Grasp

by Ramiro Valdes 

You grasp the back
Of my neck,
And pluck trenches
Out of my vertebrae
For your fingers
To sleep in. You root
Yourself in me,
Dig out my veins
To irrigate
The landscape
Where you lie now.
Ivory aqueducts
Buried
Beneath
Feeding the ground above—
My bones
Old relics
You turn into
Pipes,
That hymn
Blood,
Crimson earth.

Ramiro Valdes is a poet residing in Miami. His work includes themes of love and nature. His poetry has been published in several magazines.