Simple as sticks, we ignite. An algebra of skin Commences with us; our aureoles vent longing. The wind tears through our formulas and associations Smearing the clean inks of our thought. 5 We kiss like two erasers removing errors. Blue parabolas disappear when you wash your eyeliner off. Vectored cones triumph and crush me in your thighs Full of the tragic strength birth requires. You throw off your garlands. My heart incinerates them. 10 We have played catch with the universe, reversed time. Snapped the physicists' pencils, broken the old rules through. You walk across the room from your mysterious center. Or have I floated up from drowning to your face? I look at the world the way a stockbroker looks at the paper; 15 In you, consuming ecstasies. In you, all drugs, all hybiscus' furiously blossom. In you... my words find shallow resting, like dust, As if restless doves still circulated the atmosphere. I measure all things by your measurelessness. 20 The stars, remote and faithless, shirr from your glance In lonely sidelong birth, shivering in immensity To have their long light, to have any light at all Outside of your body. Beside them, I, too, am shivering.
From the collection "The Rose Lasso"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.