nothing but light in the dark
by laura
Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ve been waiting to share this poem…
Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon,
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
It isn’t ee, but that’s OK…it gets the job done.
And because it’s funny to me at least:
The bird cartoon is nearly a verbatim conversation I once had with someone in my life who will, for the sake of this post, remain nameless.
I can laugh about it now.
I have been on both sides of the conversation sadly. I have been the asker without meaning to offend and I have been the offended. Though, there is a special place in hello reserved for someone who asks me “How’s your eating coming along?”