Poem Twenty Nine:

Love Poem in Reverse Osmosis

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We sink like ships

beneath soil.

We flower-breathe.

We hold our breath

under the weight

of green.

What’s the use

in speaking about

the passage of light

through veins

when we are created

as one image?

We are pulled with violence

underground.

We calm fierce animals

by saying their names.

River snakes.  Yellow dust

of bees entering fruit.

Metal turns the mouth

to gold.

Praise water for taking

the form of its mate.

We are pulled by wind

we cannot explain.

Two moons tied

to each other’s wrists.

We are the milk

of ascension, milk

of the mother

constellation.

I call you my other half.

My swallowing mouth.

My moon

eat sun.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me urgent,

melodic, hypnotist.

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