Apr 162012

You come carrying gifts no other knows
But me, who loves you the way a seafish
Loves the sea–until my body lives in you entirely,
Transparently–waving in your waves, like so.
The gift of your body is the first gift,
Round and good, a spicy hand-pinched empanada
Floured and left to sizzle until ripe–la!

–No, not your body, just your ears are first.
You listen like a mouse, full of tiny attentiveness,
Hearing in my most minor word the major chord;
This is a gift–I throw off my melancholy shroud
Under your lemony canopy of giving.
You stand at the prow, your heart straight out like a flag,
Flying forward to new continents from my crags.

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