poem 37 of a poem a day for 2012

like fireflies,waiting

when we turn
someone's mind on
our flesh always follows
in breathless event
horizon falls to where
the darkness is
our light when called

and when swallowed through
to the other side of new
to the tithed afterbirths
in the stars fade
that already knew
we would be there
in any moment

wading the crackle
the electric whip-snap
the turn to nourish
in an angler fish fed flourish
the slowest kind of biting sin
the instant we can complete ourselves in
a circuit of our wants and our sates
wired between our choices and our fates

EJR (c)