Ra Sh
Finally we return to the
lukewarm water in the tub
where yesterday’s sun has set.
Finally we return to the
warmth of our love’s womb
where god created a universe.
We return to the music of the orbs
the swimming diving flesh
the clash of arms
cry of the wounded
crawl of the maimed
where we meet like maggots
on the bodies of dead loves.
Finally we return to
what was eternal
but as ephemeral
as a beetle wing.
We return to
the hesitant touch
the erring grope
the hurried kiss
sowing seeds in
sunflower mouths.