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Commingling

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , on January 22, 2025| 14 Comments »


 
What if our flesh commingled became the mother of light and sound, the vast word, the ocean forgotten at birth?
                  —James Tipton, “What If, When We Held Each Other”
 
 
I love it when I float on the pond in summer
like a human water lily,
the top of me sun-drunk and heat-buzzed,
seduced by shine, blossoming into blaze,
the rest of me held by the cool and swoony dark.
 
It’s like having two lovers at once—
one playful, one taciturn—
both of them tracing the shape of me
in the way only they know how,
both of them enticing me to fall in love
 
with having a form that shivers and stipples
and craves and longs to be found.
I desire them both,
the one that invites me deeper in,
the one that bids me rise.
 
The one that caresses with liquid tongues,
the one that strokes me hot and bright.
How I love to have a body then,
nakedly alive, enticed by sky,
embraced by the deep,
 
blissed and beguiled by the kiss of it all,
the one original kiss that links me back
to the miracle of being become flesh.
How good it is then to be limb and skin.
How good to be a nexus of firing nerves.
 
How shameless I am as I beg the world,
touch me, please, touch me,
please, make me yours.

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Even After We Were Back on Land

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 26, 2024| 5 Comments »


                  for Kayleen
 
 
There, in the middle of the morning,
was a pause in which we floated
on the surface of the pond, floated
as if we were two rocks who, at least
for a moment, had learned how
to be feathers. If they were to write
the story of my life, they would likely
not mention the way the blue damselflies
landed on our legs, the way we drifted
into the reeds, but I hope I always remember
the way your legs dangled in the cold water,
the way your eyes stayed with mine
as I cried, the way we floated, no matter
how heavy the words, we floated,
like daisies, we floated.

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Ouray Hot Spring Tanka

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on November 8, 2011| 1 Comment »

floating face up
in the black water
aswirl in the milky way—
with so small a breath
the body rises

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