Poetica Spontenaium 02.14.05
There is a longing to drown.
To be soaked and submerged
To lose breath and gasp
In a kiss so grand
And a love so much greater
Than warm summer storms
Thick with light captured in flight
from planets, moons and stars
As it falls down upon my face.
In this love
that will overflow teacups
And shatter through walls
Power bright cities
and roar in such ways
that black sand beaches
are forever marked by it
Mountains become sand
and become concrete
and become castles
and become home
and become dust
and become gardens again.
You always did love walking on wet grass
And that smell was forever on your neck.
To be loved, such as this
To know power and freedom
Release, and relenting
Revolution and change
To know God
In one’s lungs
So that every breath chokes
And every word is wet
With a whisper of wonder
and wild
To be loved such as this
To yearn quietly for that little death
That is more than just sex
But in bones and in flesh
In sinew and in soul
In lashes against lips
And in poetry spoken into the palm of your hand.
And with that breath, I would live
Be renewed every moment
Become steam and rise
To rain down on you gain.
To water that garden
That you and I have become.
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