jmd

Because from the beginning you were fated
to be mine, because in the years before now,
apart, we learned the dance's movements, because
during these long last days I had stopped hoping,
but never ceased yearning, we came together
like the ocean meets a high cliff-crescendo
of foam on dark still waters beneath-and you
rest in my arms, a rock splashed by jubulant
waters.

Body of love, of lust, earthbound joy, festival
of taste, feast of smell, I burrow between
forked roots, wander with languid fingers
through crevices, at times a quiet stream
sliding, through not unnoticed, into your earth's
warm cave, at times the wild full river breaking
over banks of containment, flooding the swollen
plains, leaping from quienscence into the dangerous
unknown.

We know the spirit throgh theses bodies, learn
ourselves by taste and smell, touch our inner-
most souls with hands and tongues, exchange
permissions to be known-to allow another body
acess, most holy terror, most longed for
and most feared-because of this,
this confirmation:
that I know myself immortal by the weight
of your earth on my chest.