Monday, February 28, 2011

From Stone, to Salt, to Sea.

I used to catch you in my hands
cup my palms
and roll you between fingers
slowly till you were
swollen with the warmth of me.

But now my hands wander
an empty wilderness of
streams and deep earth,
they journey unfamiliar territory
of breathing forests and savage desire.

so now they linger in the failing
light eventually escaping into
the darkening sky.

Once when my hands
Spoke your name gently
with knowing, stumbling 
fingers unbuttoned you,
pulled the shawl from your fragile shoulders.

Peeling away the layer
of air to find stone, then
salt, finally sea, till my hands
in hunger tasted
you, and filled their aching mouth
with your brine.

my hands traveled
the distance of you and in
their solitude fuse with the swell of your
breasts, drinking their
firm warmth and rolling the
stiffness of your passion
between questioning fingers,

Until we turned to stone
and plummet through the
still air,
and we roll together and
find the stillness
that inhabits stone.

And for a millennium
in the calm of time
we slumber entangled
fused by heat and silence

so in eternity we move from
stone to salt,
and the tang sears
the wounds of my hands
and falls into the bruise of my
the sting of you shocks me.

You surge washing the brine from my mouth
then grow from salt to water,
and fill my eyes and hands
with your motion.

And again I become hands,
and cup you in the twilight
of my passing,
and in the futility of flesh
in the inevitable passing of  hands
you travel through my fingers,
and as you fill me with your absence
I turn from hands , to stone, to salt, to sea,

till loss drinks  the dimming day
and in the end sea and salt
devours  all.

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