how broken a body
must be from her remembered warmth
to find herself leaning in like this
what mouth so long
silenced learns to round the sound of her
lover’s name well enough to footprint the air
between them into shadow
lines suggestive of the mystery of why
it is so fraught to be a body here
longing in chorus
along ancient lines of undulating tones
over water, cavern, tundra, moor
into the next breath coming
to touch her with finally something
so long past the melt of seeming sure
into the hot mystery of skins
so sudden
& here
& hear
me now
i call you lover
come hurry
it is time now set me
as a seal upon
it all take it all
i give it up
to you know
say me back
or leave me
here
where matter
is what does not
beyond this place
where i
see you
seeing into here asking
where i
to respond
must grow limbs of song
to run
after the endings that come
and come upon us even now & i––
in this one day ever
hope to answer
my unutterable word
Wow! I love the energy of this one, Stacey. That second stanza has great “mouthfeel” to it when spoken aloud, but this is a fine offering all around. Thanks!
Thank you, Michael! And now I’m going to have mouthfeel in mind when reading/ editing future things, which I love : )
I really love this one …
Love to you, sister! : )
Stunningly powerful piece, Stacey. I like the questioning aspect here – reminded me a little of Blake.
Fine writing.
Chris, this comment moves me. Thank you, friend. I revere Blake.
My pleasure. And indeed, never another quite like Blake.