Saturday, December 26, 2015

Deuteronomy 30: In Writing

When it all comes down
like rain, a storm,
when you drink it in
drowning droughts
you will hear the voice
within the fall of the drops

Don’t wait at the edge
of the breathing sea
that rises and falls
to the shape of your fears.
Don’t reach for the night sky
distant stars that pulse
to your longing.

The edge of the sky
gathered inwards
you will plunge, suddenly,
down the middle
to the base of your heart
and be pumped,
like the diluted blood in your veins
filled rich and salty again
charged with breath
to circle your hands
your legs
embracing your neck
lighting your skin

lick your lips
for the trace of sugar
for the remnant of salt

on your tongue.

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