We Take, We Are

We take pieces of this and pieces of that
we formulate opinions and formulate formulas
we explain the inexplicable in the passages of light
in the distances of warp and woof
we destroy all that we are in a single night of contemplation--
in the elaboration of pity
in the newborn navel of Being--
we are of destiny's absence--
the scent of brilliant ripe papayas and the
alacrity of Indian sandalwood,

we rush headlong into the wonder of moonlight
into beseeching glances
and furtive prayers,
into the bottomless pit of all our fears

we resolve the question of how the heart beats
in the metaphysics of why Love still hears our call after all these
inexplicable and raven-winged yearning years,
hounds us like the wolf baying,
we are secrets,
warm in its image and aftertaste

we damage ourselves and one another,
we are soft willing and pliable flesh
we rise again like an Ode to The Eastern Sun
we are balanced and absolved by the paltry life
we have long last forsaken

we dream amoung celestial sounds--
the melodies and chanting earth songs of harmony,
we breathe the breath of Lovers--
we swim upwards from a deep eternal kiss,
still clinging wet from the waves and the sea,

green-stemmed and flushed,
as delicate as a rose petal...