Little Intimacies

Body to body on the branch,
two birds groom each other.
I lean my back against the tree.

A spider on my arm
says everything you need,
you already have inside.

The sun lifts
like a long flower reluctant
to release her touch from earth.

My love floats beside me.
Suddenly the river splits.
I throw her a kiss.

The healing room we call the world
would be too small
without the sound of weeping.

I dream an organ of a million pipes.
I lean. I spin. I weep. I throw a kiss of thanks
for all the little intimacies.

©Susa Silvermarie 2022


One Response to “Little Intimacies

  • Lila Wells
    1 month ago

    How astute of you to listen to the words of a wise spider