Transition
Unraveled by your nearness
drunk with your skin,
body in the blue crucible, what is cold
compressed and heavy melts outward,
a joyful
lead liquefied
and endlessly rolling where
depth meets depth, and fire water,
hissing,
wavering, thrown
bobbing on the surface
then endlessly falling down
end over end unshaped,
a spirit of the mercury ocean
transfixed and transformed, liquid
flesh and lead.
Something dies unburied,
where this other thing is born,
borne upwards by the rippling tide
of indigo blood and the
sudden balloons of oxygen
swelled in its leaden lungs.
Your hands fly, your quick fingers tow,
your wide eyes of dark surprise pull me,
a bubbled half-formed thing,
across the quick and silver sea
between dimensions
still liquid, but a liquid fire,
to the plane where water pushes on air
and air hangs heavy over water
where we
burn on a raft of being
between the two
O my love
come closer
still
July 1989
revised March, 2011
Posted for One Shoot Sunday at the inimitable OneStopPoetry
Image: by Roger Allen Baut (@ChasingTao )
Used with permission
