Stars | Dust | Breath

I was kissing you with my mind
before my body –
only body –
quickened
in motion, in fluid,
in heat

some juice squeezed
                             from my pomegranate

thought like fire,
the mind that never wavered
querulous, you challenged me,
the push, the pull

there were breasts pressed
and there they bruised the teats of their virginity

(martin burns | cont).

instinct riding reason,
breaking will and focus
the hill, the aching climb
mountains and song, the gasping breath

and I drank of the wine and was drunken,
                               and lay uncovered within my tent

time and space
immaterial, an echo,
physic a false start, dark matter and the mirror galaxy,
gravity and wells, the dip in space
that proves it, curving like your belly
raising up to meet my lips

come unto me

-Martin Burns