Wine of Creation

Careful. Spoon in the forest.*

I've seen the blood of bud, 
risen through the highest trough
where others can be seen
dirty from the muck, taking stock 
​

I am not always here but 
when I am I sense confusion,
my name is mud it trickles 
through my pores


reminding me of ebony sensation,
a pinning down, I forgot 
that foresworn wine of creation,
a prelude to ass.

* Photo by Domi Nik on fb––met at Camping Chavez in Tulum.