Other Cradles Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

like my dog I will roll in it...we
both
howl the smell of it from our breasts.....our throats...
.our voices crack....our ululations weave like ribbons in a dance.
.streaming...
.their colors....rampant....gray.....shadows vibrant and reeking.....

unlike my dog I will shower....
.now I am lilacs...lilies of the valley....
he
remains
scented with earth's musts and festerings.....a living bloom.... steaming....