Thursday, June 08, 2006

Drink (again)



Falling rain and thunder of cataract—dripping shadows

blue from the depths of the gorge, you appear beside me.  Down

of thistles, wet leaves and grass slip over us, chiffon and silk. 

We taste ribbons of water.  The cracked light of first words


shines on your tongue.  Our fingers, whole arms, dip

through transparent layers, solid gone liquid, everything flowing,
shining. Luminous, translucent, you shimmer in and out of focus.  See

how you mirror me.  I believe we are twins.  Though you


are new, I imagine we will marry.  I will be the riverbed

and you the river.  Together, the falls.  Singing.  I hold this cup

of longing toward you, overflowing, and you lean toward me

to drink.  Light falls and falls from the sky.


Mary Stebbins

For Keith

I have trouble posting poetry to the blog!  It doesn't format right and does weird things.  And then I can never leave well-enough alone, I always need to tinker.

I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats

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