Sunday, August 3, 2014

I mean think
of what a miracle
you are
born of stars
held here by
invisible threads

What did you do
when you knew
time was unwinding
from the spindle?

I took lovers
made grandiose motions
in my taut and
creamy skin
It was dangerous fun

I tried to solve
a wounded man with
naive love for ten years
You can imagine
that didn't end
as I'd hoped

Ah, but we laid together
in our karmic hammock
making babies
And when the moon
called them from my
womb, I held them
I loved them
That's what I did

It was not glamorous
It was messy as birth and
as glorious
We breathed here together
on a living orb
spinning in space
I mean think
of what a miracle