Return of the seeds

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.


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