A Cargo of Green Hearts
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out of the dark I am come
with the sea to drown hell. out of the light with a conflagration to burn paradise. it is in the breath that I have loved you in the layer between in and out. we speak too much of beginnings and endings while the birds circle; we think we are going somewhere impossibly small and distant as the head of a pin while the seasons move back and forth among leafed and barren bodies. you speak the first syllable which is O, the letter with no end. when I put my tongue upon your breast the O repeats itself when I impress my forefinger on a still pond or a navel the O repeats itself when the eye of the dawn opens on your forehead or between your heart’s valve or in the crucible of the groin the O repeats itself. the other letters are broken ships but for you for I the sea stands between heaven and earth, emptying itself out filling itself up. it is no wonder why weeping feels endless and full of salt no wonder that lovemaking feels the same. Comments are closed.
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