Green Cipher

Grasses tall in a meadow grow slender
bending tasseled waving fancy banners
of tiny scentless graminaceous flowers
They dip and rise --- ragged semaphores
signaling to the gathering eye

I walk among them pleasured by the whisper
of their sword-like blades folding quivering
receptive to wind's thumb along their length
I hear them sigh but lack the key to unravel
glosses of their carnal rustle in my willing ear

All lines written out — etched on the sky
their emerald flesh crushed beneath my feet
the watery scent of broken stalks around me —
a roll of cryptic ideographs drafting green
messages on virgin pages of my open album

Eye and ear thrilled tongue taken by a bite
of tender stem I yield to sound and green
to scent and sigh -— all bruited in murmuring
Consumed I lie supine batten on what slips
under groined arches into tshe vaults of my skull