My Savanna                                                                          [draft]

This savanna

Laid out in the night

Breathing in, breathing out,

Sand and earth and dry leaves

That circle before falling to their places.

In this way, now, I breathe you,

In and out, making your way; you circle above my mouth.

Earthly things find their places again.

Just as you will find your way, back from the hunt

To my hearth.

Coals remain.

Blue and black and purple,

Your marks on my skin may have faded,

But your presence from my heart

Bleeds throughout:

Your tracks through my savanna.