The Rhubarb I Fed

On a south facing slope

My head pointing down hill into the Rhubarb

Blood draining into my skull and the flesh in my cheeks

Taking a deep breath in through your pink and green stems - through my chest and my heart -

blowing on your vibrant green leaves that flap in the air

Breathing in your qualities - strength - nourishment - flexibilty

I breathe out - warmth and moisture - I breath in memories of taste - tart - the sensation of sharp prods to the cells on my tongue and gums - saliva seeping quickly into the wells below my teeth with each shot of acid

I breathe in the colour green - infused with light - the colour of vitality, life and living.