into the abyss

into the abyss
illusions in night's brocade

tourmaline and snow
your mockingbird lips
singing
fierce grace

if we found each other in a poem
would we need a syllabus to
understand how the scent of
us came suddenly
like the trill of a songbird?

would we hasten time
into the deforestation of our impertinent civilization?
the life we share in the aftermath
when all paths must part--
having gone through
victories and inconsequentialities
in keys and locks, whispers
dark scars and kisses renounced
for ravaging testaments of fear--
in the deepest trench of oceans and the
stench of life's decay?

if we only have now to trace the images
in our mind, to swallow the sweat and
tears of a life lived in the awe of us,
do we cross the line to immortality?

the rain is gentle sometimes and floods
a holy desire: two spirits seeking flesh
to hold, plunge deeply
into one.