"Doubt
that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love".
(Act II, scene II, Hamlet) William Shakespeare
she had worn a white dress
I
love fire
I
love sex
I
love drinking luminescent desire
to
get somewhere in surrender
to
get into a magic
that
cannot ever be subject to the clocks
as
we humans blind ourselves
to
see every day as something
scheduled
for the future
what
of the fae who fly
and
of the satyrs
that
hide behind trees
and
shrub berry ripening
where
the bark rubs
near
the biting
in
the sinking teeth of the wind
and
time with its milliard tiny knives
is carving every initial
you’ve
ever known to be you
into
the typography of scars
that
mimic
the
spun maps of a star’s
memory
hardened
by
wisdom of distance
from
every lacerate pain
we’ve
gained a moment with
turning
morning into infinity
when the
muslin fine weave dropped
it fingered me into white raptures
rounding each curve
that
her skin unfurled
as
if her little laughters
were
building sublime monuments
I
was meant to bend
my
will towards
pouring
forwards
as
if life could be bottled
could
be quenching stayed
forever
in wet clay
on
a potter’s wheel
and
all that is between us
is
how our hands feel
what
forms a chance taken
to
sate a thirst for more
EJR
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