Using Under Moon Glow

Using Under Moon Glow

Pocked and pied, alive

To our eyes by spying by

Taking it all on the way

Straight to the face—even turning

Cheek casually mad—

You add at a glance fury to my

Rough iron-liquid skin my

Crimson sin hashed and hacked

Day after day in a way only

A vein can take, and only then,

Slowly.  I guess when this river’s

Seen from the hill of my memory

And in a morning without

Cloud you and I can rise

Together—liquid gravity—

And know but never speak

Or be needing to, our binding.

Like Samson’s hair rooted

To his brief cathedral.  Razors

Look then glint indifferent.

And smoke, close too close

To the tallow and wick, pool

A spoon of animal fat grained late

Slaughtered in haste, who

Coming into the room in this

Sad gathering of ghosts could

Ever find their way to the window

And look out to see you?  Lucky if

A mirror.  Luckier if a mirror,

Ancient as greening brass,

Passes back anything or can

Of love that melts and smelts

Such desire as this and cools

In an ooze only the patient

And the penitent wait for:

A hardening.  A hardening only

Like those hoofs of lambs,

Sponges in the womb, that, taking

To air quicker than lungs, go to bone

To take the earth under it without

Collapsing.  Like a God.