journey song #20:
love is a dreaming flame
(after e. e. cummings)
an intersection
of brain and nerve and muscles
and blood warm-tinged, a happening
of wetness. I am this old
fire, this notsonew
wanting.
but, I add—
I'm made over again,
shed skin and old thoughts
and old tastes and we are kissing—
I am ohsoveryfree
in this darkwarm bed, this
everspinning nest, the place
where later we will doze
cats leaning on us
like pillows.
1998, for Shannon