POETRY

Spheres II

I wet the ash to stir the ink
and scrawl the spheres onto my skin
this space once carved by tears
now washed by light

And I sing to you oh fecund overflow
and my cells lose their meaning
and I am lost
and it is forever day and night at once
and I spill into them
the adjascent others
through hooks of longing lust pulse tether

fill and drain
rapture and reform

a thrash of life death becomes our center
and we are drunk on our own music