Sleeping night

milk, from animal breast.

Find my footing

and given to melt downward.

Fluids flow out of me,

my skin dampens

expands

and I die awake.

Her gentle teeth on my neck

lifting me to my home

as I hang

limp as a kitten.

All that I need

for this short time

a place to lie

a place to die.

A place of soil

dust and mud

Home to all known

and held in stone.

My body is clay

and my feet sink in

I look up at the sky

and take root within.