We are the rain moving between the walls
stirring flow into the waters below
leaving drops of ourselves in the ocean
some call human, a naked ministry
of particles and waves
reaching inward like seeds of sun

We pool in warehouses, in subways, in theaters
we reach out and boil, hungry for the flesh
of our knowing, the place where our families gathered
before we scattered and began dissecting
ourselves with meaning, where we once
fathomed more than our words

We hold the feelings that wonít evaporate
and we ride the rise of their awakening
washing ourselves raw with what we accept
the bliss of shadows undamned, of joy set free
where memory seeps into the groundswell
and fuses the covenant of these bodies

Yes, we will melt back into the stars
but first, let us moisten the ground with our tears.

Marry me moon
and I will wrap myself around you
like a gown of sun
love your shadow
as much as your pearled mirror
never forget you when the sky
grows tired of your glory
calls out the clouds

I long for a lover
who isnít afraid of my howling
sees my waxing and waning
with equal eyes
a mate who lays with me some nights
leaves me alone on others
always offers a sliver to hold onto
the changing tide
my womb

Marry me moon
and I will never be lonely again.

Up and to a point, this sound hollows
floats beyond the darkness of my womb
fills my body like the zenith moon spilling sea onto sand

Up and through myself, I drip and circle
cascading past an hourglass nebula, the blue eye of God
growing with me until I am so small
that I become the entire sky
the "O" in Omega, in Om, in orgasm
a single white polka spot
sharpening my willingness to breathe
to sink and fly and wait, free of prospect
my eyes, this light, that ground, our heavens
a helix of families refusing sleep
each of us a prick of light soaring into this dimension
hoping to ride the magic carpet of flesh
pull and push ourselves in out, down up
closer farther to where love
dawns without setting
and even these sounds fade away

I want to know about now
the now beneath my fingertips
gone already, once aware of itself
only in knowing it was, however briefly
now, already left redundant
not caring what came next
any more than what passed,
now, not caring whether moments exist
when they disappear
as footsteps erased by concrete
now, no forward, no back, was but
a motion carried by the ambling of tree trunks
forever round and still beside the road
now was a chance to hurry nowhere
without dashing to become more
or something imagined much greater
in the overgrowth of thens and tomorrows
I want to be that now
the moment gone and gone and gone
how many chances will I have
to exist in such interim
before the next one comes again.

Now.

Kneeling before your temple
I dip into the fountain
and retrieve the heritage of our eyes
their flames ripening
past the sound of your voice
as it strung words together
not looking at how we see
that we understand beyond
the insistence of an alphabet
that waves of you
enter me like the sun

This seeing is the wisp
between dreams and awareness
where we are one with history
and the light passage that unlocks
the air, soil, water and fire of becoming.
This seeing is the corridor of relic and ruin
where today is yesterday and tomorrow
and I am your mother father child
your friend lover enemy
even as we enter the doorway
to call ourselves apart.

I feel your heartbeat in mine
reflecting memory prisms
lessons teaching how to fall, how to fly
identities cradled to be subdued.
Together we have exhaled the days
of kings and servants
monks and murderers
warriors and midwives
embodying each to call echoes to ourselves
here and now
whispers asking us to rekindle
the maps we left behind
when sleep first came
to sit by their warmth
and create ourselves as we were
as we are.

Our eyes are hands of light
grateful to hold each other
embrace the memories
we donít yet understand
this Earth a doorway
to galaxies of flesh
curtains wide open
our four windows
inviting infinity inside
warming the hard, cold floor