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Intimacy is the fingerprint
of a the fully present witness,
and I know Her body
well enough to read
the pigeon-feather spray of a
Cooper’s Hawk hit,
the rise of a toad’s gastric
passing in garden mulch,
the Monarch caterpillar's inscription
on late-season milkweed leaf.
Oh but the grief.
Someone has been here
before me.
All these wounds…
I leave no such mark
on my Lover’s body.
(c) 2010-2012/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (http://www.hiraethpress.com)
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Encountering Intimacy
ReplyDeleteIn the quiet
On that clear afternoon
We chose intimacy...
Allowed it to hold us
Like buds before spring...
Opened us beneath the mute sun
It was as if
The Everything
Begin to fall
Like incest
Upon night
Plundered us
In our tiny-ness
Filled us with dread
With light...
Pressed its mass
And firmly gripped
Our quaking margins...
A Unity that insisted!
Smeared galaxies
Upon our salted glass
And silently
Suffused the searing
Of our love looks...
Our blood
Angry with union
Digested those bodies
Churned those
Glowing airs
And reached out
In its acidic need...
All distinctions melted
Into a living yellow
Warmth ... and all
Our fear and loneliness
Evaporated
Like sweet gasoline
Richard Whitehurst 2002
Beautiful Richard. Thank you for sharing your Work.
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