a set of keys

By adding the next layer of water,
I feel the still distant, still coming
closer point of saturation; I always like
to start in the middle of our co-proclamations
what comes
out of me is wet and has growth, it
minds its manners (sometimes it is
blind and savors truths). it trusts, it moves.
Like the soul entwined, en-twinned, halving,
split open like the center of some fragrant fruit
it has four chambers like the heart, one
for each part of it, me and you, the past and
the point we are just adding too,
the balance of well chosen moments
is crucial, it crucifies any rushed
decision-making, confessing the amber
that trapped the tree, the life blood
commingling under tables and in basements,
the cold tiles in bathrooms and swimming pools
in hard emotional swallows, bearing
down into the pit of my sanguine skins.
oh, if you could just taste that hidden
and holy word, you would know
all the secrets; hiding from siren storms and
other quickenings, my god
but this feeling is
enraptured, wrapped, coil'd
like the serpent of shakti's sleeping. I curl up
into the base of your spine, your lifetime
of climbing up into shiva's mind, or
the white elephant's, Who, with such eager
and patient devotion, takes all the sting
out of my passing frictions, the war
I have waged against myself, the
willing, welling eager and bloodied violence
that I have forgiven, I have fended off my errors,
by imbibing andromeda's ilk and
shaman making; you have stood to embrace me,
and wait painstakingly
for me to unlock all those doors in
just the right ardor.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, wow, keys and doors and growth and shaman making

this is remarkable work, I intend to come back to it on another day when I can take my time and savor it word by wonderful word