Corps / Cœur
Even the roots of the maple red sing all your edges into apple. Your laugh is dragons’ thread aware of yielding. We are a double tail with our delirium of fire. You exhale, sprung through starlit glass, thirsting to open my wing— unhoused afterwards— then you pause patiently spinning, as the white crease unfolds among the curve and breath makes its amethyst on your side, warm as our droplet erasing tension end to end; at the pore, where the barb tangles its holster, you are the color of ravishment meant to lift me out of this damp blade in the cooling hymnology; you repeat yourself growing blue preparatives of fate, while over us the swallows skim and all is hushed in pink— Rise then out of love into love love’s as the love is; love rearms and prepares to love; the love of lovers returns. With you, it obliterates all consideration. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation & watchfulness in itself. As usual, I have been occupied with nothing but you…. Love is a crystal conscience— I wish I was either in your arms full of faith or that a thunderbolt would strike me. New-faceted hands meridian with blue… the world is reduced into a meadow for our four eyes’ astonishment. I shall find you. Your hair smells like marble noon & laurel dome. Your eyes are the olive hornets surrounding the explosion of water-rose— to glance unhitching a spot of breath beneath the burnt ruby of your memory is the broiling naked script of your light around us we open the pearl of sweat weaving its lingering threshold walking down, I found you around me phosphorescent like a presence, among the trees.