Welling

Rising from the dark veins of the earth
or the slender throbbing veins of the body,
swelling up from a narrow stone-walled chasm
what's concealed
refuses to stay hidden anymore.
It emerges without warning
seeping slowly
or erupting, a geyser.
Today it bubbles up and overflows,
a hot-spring.
It spills over and simmers.
Who can tell me why
in this vast hall
where our only connection
is a brief wave
and you
meeting my eyes once
across the table
eyebrows raised,
one corner of your mouth
drawn up irresistibly...
Who can tell me why
something in me wells up and overflows
and rises like steam
to fill the room,
until everyone
is wrapped in the close heat,
unknowing,
this warmth is all from me
for you.

Author's Note

suggestions welcome

Reviews

[Dianah]

I can feel the tension in this passionate poem. Wonderful.