Faces float in sealight scolding
this space in earth enfolded by tides in and out
and high and sometimes arching low, we let heights excite
lost worlds submerged and held skeletal in shipwrecked structures,
each dim crack preserved as breathing life in and out, choicelessly pulling you here
and casting you back: we find pleasure expanding and pain retracts - deeper rhythm and pulse
pulling and pushing in and out of Eden, as soul sex holds you closer, rhythms of touch attract and reject,
press and release and enfold you again. And opening the holding to wilder seas where we could fuck and fuse,
create and part - as universe reforms in great explosion and dies again, receiving here in sacred shelter the light show
of coincidence, the accident of words tongued in place of hope, the incident of being through sensuous reaction deeper
still to consume ourselves: disperse. And you could be all to me- mother, lover, father, brother, friend, charletan, beggar,
tramp most holy with face torn and scarred- as when human glance carresses this chest of breath, it expands around
dust storm transforming to pillar of light- the tribal need in wilderness searching freedom and separate suddenly,
we turn from golden statues, minor gods and each mirage of light reflecting inside itself, as we collapse
in space beyond holding life in death, and death in life, the ecstasy of pain, and torment of pleasure,
the celebration of suffering, and joy most alone. And I have no right not to love you
from unending, radiant core where time unwinds all crazy, dress undone,
grinning wide as loving here, we are in love breathing echelons
where creators destroy and destruction creates
and the only mark of private self is
a collective sounding of fate.
