Greengate



We name it embrace
this blasting of our insular track of being--
the convergence of two random
points on a plane
like beads trucking down a cosmic curve
to reach at last
the end of their infinite and solitary whirring

A gaze that meets, bores inward
that which you look up and capture
in the lens-box of your brain,
behind your knowing
that precise moment  (too terrible)
the beginning, middle, end
of each click further in
You nod, regarding the people
out for a stroll,
passing into forever, every delineative step
the sweet repository of days collected,
Days of Awe
          Days of Desolation

I pour, I pour...
Thou--my ritual of breath,
I swallow in gobbets insatiable
as your pour back into me,
our fingers entwine
as newly spittled eyes first seeing,
cleave to every grain
packed full
of this touchstone,
capstone
lodestone
filament of a true , entirely credible
presence---
This: skin in skin

I watch for your form
silent in my corner,
peer tremulous and child-like
marvel at the steady invasion
of this membrane round
with the stuff of you

For such is the manner of your blessedness:
secretive incendiary boon -dunamis incarnate
clanging silver anvils behind my eyes
the crush
of something cool and sweet on my tongue
to lap and dissolve
the elegance
of our patterned bliss

Escapes my reason
as if I had ever known enough
as If I could ever say
I now have all I desire

Give me no more nights
of abundance
this savage opulence, lavish as honey
palpable as its slow glide from my chin
No, no more
dawn-thunder slow rumble
of sighings

I shall wonder then,
as if I could not have known,
nor had further need
of a request
this  one last, my love
simply new eyes for glutting
a new creed to intone.