— Inspired by "II" from "Twenty-One Love Poems" by Adrienne Rich
Arisen from the slow dream of your arms, its velocity gradual,
I enter into an anxious, chaotic world no longer my own -
its boundaries, burled and stretched beyond recognition,
its landscapes, altered by broad winds and truculent waves,
its sounds and scents, no longer pleasing - mildly disconcerting, instead.
You are away from my eyes, adrift from my ribs,
tenacious in your explorations of deep caverns' primordial marbling -
there, a phrase scratched crudely onto a gray shadowed wall
whose author has long been forgotten by dust.
There is a certain heft, its slanted intentions as ponderous
as quantum's forbidden transition, a forceful weight separating our flesh
from each other, a lesson in physics we attempt to defy with every fluent breath.