Essentially

I sucked his dusty

dry and dirty toes.

Bled red

on his clean white sheet,

browning his bed.

Tore the rosemary

green with my flesh.

And peed round

and naked

in the trees,

my soiled

panties left on a rock.

I sweated warm

and sweated hot;

unearthed

notions deep

or dark or chthonic. And came

with gravelly sound.

Cause I was earth. (But he

was not.)

- C. L. Jones