Thursday, March 21, 2013

Perusal









            — 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.