I follow you to the rose garden / the camellias have dripped free their leaves
You cup your ear to the soil / listening for the murmurs of underworld tributaries
Persephone sleeps / you pick the pomegranate from your teeth
I wish you would smile at me / all teeth / parted lips / whisper / for me
I watch you lay in the grass / I watch so closely I can see it grow around you
Swim your arms out / stretch / a mewing of syllables / release
I can’t tell you from the ends of my arms / the breath of your lungs is mine / is ours
I can’t hear my own thoughts for yours / I can’t speak without repose to you
How strange to feel us move backwards through time / as if all memory were sensation and all sensation were memory / and what not but a dissolving
How lonely in the spaces between light that no light touch upon / to not see the pollen for the trees
How simple to laugh at insects flying over rivers / into the stream and out again
I watch my life as it pools in collections of moments / these minutes of turning heads
You point at the halo of petals surrounding the base of the tree / You point at me and I feel beautiful
Run screaming into my heart.
Joel Lester // Hymns, Proverbs, Poems, and Prophecy.
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