The Embrace

The sun at dusk
A bell ready to toll;
The stars
A heaving sea
Rippling infinite.
She held my hand,
A bird suddenly fled
Towards the rolling sky.
The garden curved and caved,
Now a womb, tightening,
Her flowers, thorns, and branches,
Her fragrant lips and insatiable mouth
Now lapping at our skin
As we around each other curled,
Two vines pressing their grapes,
The running sap licking the dry bones.
Time held his breath;
The river murmuring nearby
Stilled her voice.
The womb grew so tight
And the sky bled, rent asunder.
Silence still.
So dark, eyes and stars snuffed,
Yet the darkness was bright,
Illuminated by the absence of light.
On the surface of the water a fish leapt,
A poem making her first appearance
Then sinking back into the abyss,
A world beneath the world.
The gates flung open
And the vortex whirled us in.
What was seen cannot be unseen.
Still, the sun red with all the blood in the world
Held itself in the sky, ready to toll.
And the abyss groaned and sighed,
Heaving a final piece of ancient mystery,
A watery moan in which flow was distilled
All the bright darkness of the underworld.
And the garden was a flower
Suckling on our shared breast,
Blooming in the hidden sky.


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