Poem: And From Our Bodies, Singularity

And From Our Bodies, Singularity

You were going to have our—
You were going to have—
Love, you were going to have my—

I know how you wanted to show me
Myself, as seen by me for the first
Time that way! To show me with
That mirror within your own body.

Now, I see it’s easier to pretend
Some reason to resent it all,
To resent our love, rather than
To remember how you lost—

Love, I would have—
Love, I still do—
Love, I do love you still, now,
Even though you—

Though you’ve stopped believing,
I know you still love me, still love us.
I know you were to have our son, but
You lost him.

You lost a future forged from that
Sheer will of you, forged from some
Furnace me; you were to forge a Father me from whom I am already.

You’re a man and body who could
Still bear our child.
Regardless.

But your heart broke on that lost
Prayer begged from God; you were
Driven from your own Eden, from our
Two would be three, but now fallen.

Love, I wish you’d believe me, even
As you feel that magic of you is
Broken—a cruelty in still birth—I love
You more than enough to try again.

If you want.

My love for you remains regardless
Of how we find ourselves together;
I still love you perfect, even if you
Lose him again.

So I beg you—not because I want it,
But for how I know you still want it.
I know you won’t be whole until you
Succeed.

You—a strange and sacred kind of
Man—should try until you finally
Have what you burn deep inside to
Have of me, to bear my own
son.

Places Who We Are Today

Well, no, we are not Jews, but
We do know the same
God—4 letters—Mr. Quad
Fourier, Four, Yeah—Way
Way out there:
We are the thirteenth
Tribe,
&
Where
We
Belong
Is
Anywhere
But
Israel.

That sun—over there—never
sets on Thirteenth Soil;
The House Of The Rising Sun
Rests upon the Midnight Dawn.

Bullet of absolute heat and
Prayer could and blue and
Absolute Zero—Kelvin, Kevin,
Calvin, Calvery, Cross, Compact
Ranbow, Double Blue, Racked
Red like pool table cues and Green
Verdant Velvet
—if you please—
Rolling roiling brawling battle

Love is love is love
Love is, was, and forever shall be
Love is.
Viva las—
Viva de colores—

Que Vive Le Roi!

Ruddy red
Raspberry Supernova Red
Cherry creek-in-show red
My main militant Ulysses, I still
Stand here, waiting for our
Red Rapture.