You
June 16, 2006 7:46 PM
I could dream your flesh,
ice-age desire, evolutionary aches
in waves upon waves upon
eons solidified, petrified
in one stripped-stark-frost of a
moment moment moment
plunged
into so many depths
of fire and flame and fire and--
son-of-a-bitch this is it--
this is diffuse bliss,
tunnel-swimming light so close so
backward-waving-balance-close,
edge upon edge upon a
hunger
as deep as the
big bang,
revolving twister of a
desire full-fledged and
trebled with arched and sweet-plucked
love, yes love.
ah yes, this is the sun,
this is both of us hurtling into the sun,
a thousand fathoms gone,
a thousand fathoms
born again.





















