Beneath the Tangled Fir

Following your cornfield eyes, spins of yarn
gold and green, I sit on pine needles
a sharp sting to your warm touch of tongue.
My skin sears easily. Too cold out
for clothes, let's keep our shoes on.
Give the squirrels something to laugh about.

by E. M. Soos

Morning Blanket, Soft Peach

sweet sauna, foam heat
redwood shower, salt lick
underneath you, sweltering
pulse slam, head first
wet glow, porous breath
follow you, follow me
mountain taste, raven holes
fisted grab, honeysuckle
lemon twist, tequila swarm
slide rush, skipping knees
exiting, entering
finger tongue, masquerade
hammer grind, butter melt
belly up, belly down
somersault, rope tie
cellular, spinning
muscle tight, loose skin
fire rush, smooth spasm
rolling over, swallow deep
bitter grass, dark earth.

by E. M. Soos