Friday, December 22, 2006


Every cell bursts into prayer.
All my little birds are howling.
Nerve endings are mouths for kisses.

Hunting in the dark we pull apart light.
You sit down in me.
You use these upturned hands
to overturn bowls of desire.

I am an nzyme
in Your chemical reaction.
We need this fusion
this dissolving.
Without a raw co-dependence
vision and feeling cannot merge.

When a plane dives into the ground
the earth buries it.
The force of the crash pulls off the wings
the fuselage splits open
people spill out already dead.

When passion crashes
the blood continues to dance.
We spill out
as ghosts of bliss
and seeds of lust.