couplings
over centuries, millennia, ages
biomes, borders, continents,
language, laws, lamentations…
how many couplings arrived me here
into this spirit body self still wanting the tether
of whatever moves two bodies together
like stream into river or sun over ridge
or moon through branches past midnight during an eclipse
when all that is left to do is look through the window
for that geometric light that could be received as calculation
but feels more like a plea being born.
let me be the one who you seek in the dark.
let me be the one who cradles your prayers,
let me be the one who meets you at the ocean’s edge
where we play in the doings and undoings of living.
over centuries, millennia, ages
biomes, borders, continents,
language, laws, lamentations…
in any of those couplings was there rapture? sweetness? song?
were you under hides in the darkness of the Great North
or naked near the sun-kissed river?
were you tender with each other,
able to move beyond all you’d been taught,
to feel finger tracing forehead, nose,
lips, chin, neck, chest, navel,
the celestial gift of caress?
