December 01, 2003

7:55 p.m.

Reiki

I went to the healer
to confess my sense.

I sense you in my pith
when my heart opens there you are
still
waiting for me to press my ear
to your vital dance

I sense you in my belly
perennial moan
sonant
and wild as a choir of blackbirds
hymning the red dawn

I sense you in my hands
that bleed into words and song
this:
all the wine in the world
cannot wash away your kiss

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