The Origins Of Love
ocean armed, black hands poised on waves,
a phial aches light, shut dry by the form,
tide shoulders sink their backs into caves;
through an aisle of skin, moves a mile of storm.
a heart copulates with the womb of a lung
and conceived in the bloom of veined grace,
a child is thrust from the bud of the tongue
and writhes on the eyes of a shuddering face.
an ephemeral vision, a glimpse underneath
a spindrift of masks on an ocean of blood
reveals a single black swan unraveling her kiss
love is the trestle of fury and breath,
a diadem of nepenthe grown from the mud
of a hell burning lampblack and bliss.