odes number 1

sarah taught us
to love the things
in us that are ugly
the mumbling,
coarse tails of our
mistakes and how
sometimes
we are not sorry.
she taught us
to love the secret lime
that we let grow inwards
like rails
through the sand

and she taught us
how precious it all was
like the wine birthmark
on your lover's foot
that you covet
and she cant stand.

*how much of ourselves
couldn't we stand
before you?*

and now it rests
because of her
the green lit ocean
it moves
but never burdens
it breathes
and it sleeps
under the brandied crescent
with the current
moving oil and salt
and honey
sleeping in the song
of a open throat;
open bowels,
open imagination
with its dreams
and its shame
growing cliffs out of
the same shore.