To Yearn

1. I'm obsessed with a story called light
how it touches oak trees
it touches me sometimes
alchemises me into a bronze shadow
so that for a moment I feel

2. the daydream is
peaches in summer is that my body
bursts with prayers

night gives me a circlet of stars

soft blossoms float in a jar of honey
and the bees take their time
helping the earth to unfold

I am dressed in beige
like a wife I am marrying
Christ or perhaps
some girl who will call me her own

even as starlings chirp
even as thorns sting

3. I am a plethora of blood-warm beams
I want to feel holy