Opening the Door
“Once you know how to come home to your-
self, then you can open your home to other
people, because you have something to
offer. The other person has to do exactly the
same thing if they are to have something to
offer you. Otherwise, they will have nothing to
share but their loneliness, sickness, and suf-
fering. This can’t heal you at all. The other
person has to heal themselves and get warm
inside, so that they will feel better, at ease, and
can share their home with you” (How to Love 70).
We take
fire so explosive to arrive at home;
we exist as fugitives
while running carnivals such utter dystopia; the magenta winds those myriad
faces so cursed for our blessings; to carry windmills so many boulders while
sickness becomes home; such a warm fragrance, at once, so free, while it must
become habit: those workshops those deep tropes where love is manuscript—the first
theater the roaring stage those Junoesque cries while beauty is secondary; if
but a tender palm, if but a sulfurous lake, so warm in those dens; at nocturne
wilderness, at pleasures so fevered, at but a person held captive!
—pure
irrigation such rich iridescence to find essence this place by passion this
deep fear where one pierces interiority; this collapsing this great rift while
a soul is dividing; where doors open the beloved enters so warm so
indeterminate so free—
oceanic green eyes
or taboo secrets or life so tender it aches; our dearest elders those gowns
pearly while walls while dreams are in ukiyoe; such beginners lost in this
promise where days are still by influx; pulsating drums or early morning
arrivals while Love is such a yogi; to tillage the architecture or to unframe
the fire, so much needing something it escapes; or such waking, this warm
avalanche, at such film or sculpture; or by exhaustion to touch for peace while
we both must tillage home; upon a sweet zephyr around a rare halcyon by
whispers or cadence; those statuesque souls those organic eyes while a soul
conjures by candescence; such mind-pressures, such incorrect titles, so sullen
so warm.
