We were prickling
pine we were humming
horn we were sand
smudged by sea
we were weed wrapped
and swallowed antler crowned
hum of rubythroat before we were
White is not a color is the absence
a result of our eyes the reflection
a scatter
of everything
Here is where we lost our moon
songs our fox tale rooted dance
how to say sandthorn sallowthorn sea buckthorn
Tyrni
Where to find orange flecked
fruit how to snake
arm through thorns clutch
avoid the colorless bury
fingers in flesh the ripest squish
outstretched juiced
See how my hands remember
the weight of this kind of gold