This next poem I wasn't going to read,
but a few students mentioned enjoying it earlier,
so going to read Beast Angel.
Beast Angel after Eduardo C. Corral.
In sleep, you come to me with a ball of yarn,
bind my palms into prayer.
From your arm emerges a swarm of bees.
You are carried by their sound.
Your body shivers with buzzing.
I pray for silence, for ecstasy, not knowing its name.
You float over fields of needle grass, each toe
a quivering arrow through the green of morning.
In this light, I open the garden of my body, let loose hunger,
let loose the nest of field mice in the coiled snake.
In this light, I pray to hold stillness like a gun.