journey song #20:
love is a dreaming flame
(after e. e. cummings)

an intersection
of brain and nerve and muscles
and blood warm-tinged, a happening
of wetness. I am this old
fire, this notsonew
wanting.

but, I add—
I'm made over again,
shed skin and old thoughts
and old tastes and we are kissing—
I am ohsoveryfree

and o

alive

in this darkwarm bed, this
everspinning nest, the place

where later we will doze
cats leaning on us
like pillows.

1998, for Shannon