Embrace

Awake with me, embrace the difficulty

of opening - questions, projections -

we learn what we are.

Our wine has a savour -

form in its recall

limbs & reverse of bodies, remainders

a day's accounts, costs that add up

between women.

Our fluency blossoms into shape

angled in light's flash, rouge

smears of the real

though day be cloudy, details written over

intimate vapour.

Everything touches what is changing

dreamed as a song or scene.

This is our movement together, in gravity

which is not simple under the air -

breathe of grass, feather, dapples, scars.

An ardent geography works us

paragraphs of longing

throated gold. Our sides gleam

flecked with night's candour.

We are beloved, equitable, lucky

as is our bed, green in shelter

valleys & shades wake us.

I know this place

longing for the other place, that speaks

out to the edge.

Uncertain love geeks, we hack into

each other's codes while day splits our paths

along days of love traffic

flagrant afterwards, depending on

hope & tact in difficult times.

If we were trees, we could burn in air

hot eloquent flowers.

Or learn to be animal

translation from estrangement.

voicing this art of clefts

as we surmount irony & supply candy

rather than worry through causes of flavour

and play among rapid vixens

which render us unto exhaustion

till the breach of day.