mixed grain

dear, darling; you're
cold and calling,
sifting like honeycomb grain
through my telephone.
the antennae comb the sky,
my feet on the shingles;
a singular sight in this
upright town.

cracked wheat in my palms,
soft oats and brown rice--
dear, your eyes are so nice when they
look at me. rye, round barley
oh my darling your mouth is so
strong when you
laugh at me. millet, maize,
enormous days my golden my
darling my love mixed-grain.