9.02.2010

THE LOVERS THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE

He wakes in a lighthouse     hears the yammering sea
blinks out somnolentia          Steam of rising waves           

He thinks of salt      how it changes secretly        
His Love awakes simultaneously     lamp-light

still glowing             symbol of glimpsing ringing
in the ear         She thinks of him & their love    

but what of this accurent unknowing?    He feels her
wake with him     pulls gravity through the lungs

of October as if so accustomed to this engagement
that it has become monopolous    Muscle-memories

collide     thin as Quisque     She lunges herself up
from the cold bed          peers out of the window    

a glistening starry sky from all directions    as if
Waking were merely Sleeping      A release in the belly   

like a peacock opening its feathers    Bursting gastraphetes
of solar-plexus spark          This       "To Forever"    

galaxy of love in a goblet     large enough to "globalize"
the universe         to milk the moon             But! to be

-ware of possible madness!    Where are the debris
of these Lovers?   A stitched invention     music-tongued

& forever imaginable       Where are these sculptural
mannequins of my making?      In
                                                 the
                                                    greasy
                                                  fire 
                                           O!
                                      On
                                           the
                                               tailwinds
                                           of
                                      my
                             heart!
                         An
                          absolute
                                    tangle
                                          of
                           magnified
                Possibles!





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