Identifying Her Body Essence Being

12:31 24/10/2010 - la serre ...



Identifying Her Body


To meet my mother
in a mouthful of a strange girl's
lips ... my sister in her tongue ...

dreaming that the measure
of her house of meat
made all things new !

the heart pumps forward
into the bottomless promise of dawn ,
the delicate flesh of sheer light ;

a miracle for the many ,
when the borrowed breath of stars
steals softly through her eyes

& her bare feet , fair
upon the grass - the wind
nibbling her – jewelled ankles' wingbuds ...

it is not death alone
weds wonder to the soft blade
of the swelling moon

but milk & future souls ...
& moss-white messangers
with matching doors of silk ;

it's not that hurt must harm
the loose-weave fabric
of existing heavenly pools ,

it's simply harder to stand
when the stomach is bewildered
& the cheekbone cracked ...

accidents –
a spring month ripe with misunderstood
signals of leaf & pink sirens of storm -

the lovely little life
of peach pulp put to pasture ,
for the spineless worm ...

blood works ...
the plump breast
of father's rag soaked river ;

we all have our moments
to remember & resist ,
mostly when april's done !

to do it once again ,
to drink the foam of touch ,
to lift her flower to my throat

would take a stronger hand
than i have holding
to my either circumcissioned arms ...

there are other places
than between her legs a man like me
might mend his face !

i witness & i testify
against my will that i have killed
this instant & must live ...

when even-once & only-always
fire mated rain ...
& the prism kindled all with Yes ...

& yes & yes & yes :
the three fruits of a permanent grace
rode swiftly over pinetips & un-named stones

- teachers ! - the blue narcissus
melting as the nouns return
to mountain streams & final seas ...

the yellow burning savage roses
singing out sorority to sunbeams
& the golden tiara of weird pretereternities ...

the red red poppies , piments , pomegranites
of the Field as they pulse & prepare
to never die with me in her enchanted womb -

identical -
her body , & ... her visit
through my unchallenged sleep-drugged selfs ;

this is as good as celebrated Love ,
as real as familiar common Truth ,
as lovely as the best remembered Beauty ...

& the bracelet of braided fibers
i wear loosely on my loyal left wrist
is twisted by her in signs of certain madness !


- llorenzo gusto : from narcissus ... all rites@ preserved ! -