Shapes Of Sanity
I.
I want to be absorbed
dissolved
in your face
where your mind rests like
a gentle presence
in the afterbirth
My ejaculatory spirit
dna-to-dna
billions swimming for the prize
of the corona
enables the zona pellucida
and I am dissolved in
your face
II.
This blast
This blastula
This blastulalistic
roundness
defies conservation/overpopulation
goes crazy with division and multiplication
addition
Always more
Aways growing
Giving into form like
the sculptor
with her stone
crafting with the blade
chiseling new features
in wrinkled blankets of her own
earth-cradle
III.
It comes by moonlight
after the love
drifts around us
Deep were our emotions
glowing
red-hot
on the silken sheets
completely blended with
the arrival of
moonglow
Time stands still
before our joining...
