She Listens

She went out looking for inevitable music
thinking this would be easy, like listening
to moth wings cross fields of light without
the sky getting cloudy with desire

She had in her hand a small marker of odor
she hoped would help as she made her way
through shoulders of shade in the depths
it woke as she drew closer to her desire

When she rose up across the long grass
her face aimed at the sun's trajectory
full of knowing her ears were taut
ripe to bursting with the trill of desire

Oh open to me she sped to her song
as the music of her yearning came
from leaf and shadow from secret water
to spell her with lashes of desire

She went out looking for any other
to make her haunt the valley older
to mark late heart in green harmony
the date her ears reclaimed desire