soft, soft salt falling down salt cheek tear tear me on fire caught in the throat a woman hand lifts in the dark "they have all gone and left us" i'm wanting a woman to stand up, a woman to fall further down into words and verb tenses in anger in pride parade the mind inside the dark outside a woman hearing womb call and man call and earth call, whole and holy and full in light, a woman to take my hand, to hand up a path that leads folding into word and word and life. "they have all gone and left us" i'm wanting a woman with clear lines and a warm road to cut through the salt salting my tear, to say "i can crack words and live" please, no more word women strong in suicide or death by art i'm wanting a woman to stand beside me wording a sentance but they have all gone and left us standing strong and alone in anger in pride to cut roads and bust up words in light, lighting love.