how to warm one’s hands

Wandering this desert of
green fields and roaming rivers,
these barren lands you’ve come to
loathe but now you have returned
to, there’s still not much I can
respect you for and even
less admire.

These hands that reached for the hearth
behind your hardness have gone
unrewarded all these times,
until your eye was struck with
blindness and even now there
is not much to go by.

Yet to be left like you are now –
even you do not deserve this.

how to warm one’s hands

nothing can faze me
for you are the earth
and i am the wine
i pour myself out onto you
saturating the dusts and
painting them wet with
my insides turned outwards
with all that remains
for we are one
the left hand and the right
the navel and the eye
the eye of the world