a
bag of beads over fish line for the
occasion;
centerpiece winner, we love
you
we
hear you
upon
a sacred tome, in a sainted tomb,
doubting,
made a parable, acting like
Thomas.
but
this
is different, speaking in humans,
a
plaint in happiness, moving slowly
through
traffic.
we’ve
died often, looking into lovers,
acting
to make it easy: rosy eyes, old
feelings,
love is made into a talisman.
the
rage in
science,
so audacious, so obnoxious;
more
chemistry, able as gorillas, a
scene
in a scent, only a woman’s ink.
but
we
see body, sassiness, elegance,
arcs
in pain, allegories in flesh, pray
for
the lone soul.
should,
needing to, so real in pencil;
to
erase you, no commitment to
indelibility,
trying to raise a family—
so
outstanding, her world bleeding,
her
intrusion, it feels grandiose—to
taste
her vision, to shake like a slave,
to
unravel a stillborn noose.
we
love you
we
hear you.
a
whit cold, tendentious, too young
to
be so old—those ways, so
different,
it must be your culture:
a
spirit in you, an intoxicant in
you …
to summons her from
depth,
orange, yellow, green, blue,
mixed
with purple: standing erect,
seeing
it thrice in life, some other
part,
some being, as one being, in a
canteen,
top tight, unfastened
quickly.
we
love you
we
hear you.
