Edenic One

There's a vine shaped as lightning--

grapes bittersweet, supple...come to it,

each an epiphany.

Crushed, their red skin lets out juice,

life-yield.

Sealed up and put away...the body knows

its blood, wine-empurpled, crimson throb.

At the wrists, at chest, at temples, at neck.

A synchronized pulse keeps in touch,

batting wings.

It is love that's prepared...to move what's

been born of it.

Embodied to embody--there you are my love.

In shock we've been sutured One.

A forever downed to earth, to imbibe drunken

passion--to keep body from falling over

lest by love.

No cusp more steady than two lips touching

tale--an Edenic one.

Yet--the more we juxtapose bodies, something

ruptures--hands go wild to clutch that nudity.

In shame we block the parts that entered

one another so freely.

Shadows are broken light--love can be

prodigiously cruel, but who among us has heart

to expel such cruelty?

Thusly...the heart drinks deep...to benumb.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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. oh, this is so stunning ...
. amazingly brilliantly written ...

[EdwardBlue]

The intoxicating relishing of another can be terrifying, too vulnerable.

I can be guilty of that . This is the celebration and fearless excitement of not loosing one moment.

Well done