Make him come as the winged bird comes
To the sun-warmed, sugared budding
To the sunlight, jewel-bright crimson
Of my Earth Star lighting hearth fire
Of my deep Earth growing lightning
In my flick-tip snake lick spine
Make him come as the roaring lion comes
To the fate-struck, mistook leg-ling
To the felt hipped running bellows
Of the grass-fed, tit-lipped youngster
Of the lost now just born wanderer
By the grass shored, blue-stripped waters
Make him come as the new born sun comes
With the bounteous faith of morning
With the gold-lined, gem set sky line
And the blue-light, white cloud warming
Of the ever loving earth queen
As the wordless, sex-blissed maiden
Make him come as the frozen night comes
As the over reaching crystals
Spreading ice white, slick like carpets
Over every open surface
And the morning breathers rising
To watch vapors leave their mouths.
Make him come like you make the spring come
To the cold and silted sand banks
Of the singing river waters
And the red wrapped buds holding rank
On the spindly, silk shone branches.
Smell the warming smell of earth.
Smell my warming, churning earth.
Make him come like the sliding worm comes
through the caves and hollow leadings
Both around and through the earth.
Make him come like my will has power
Make him come like my wishes matter
Make him come.