the body is
draped over you

the moon and i
have had a
long distance
relationship
for many years
and still manage
to make love
constantly.

like a lover
whos a stranger
living in my attic.

sometimes full naked
or an open robe

but sometimes
off drinking
with strangers.

and im left
in a retrospective
with no reflection.

it walks
on the legs of the land

through the length
of its own persistence,

sits on its shore
to watch it wilt
and breathe
and bloom

nurturing its
beating woumb.

it buries the earth
in its still-born heart

casting shadow
to the audience
of a desert.

it burns the edge
of its derelict fire
with a quiet
competing fire

and melts the sand
from its life

until it is ready to rest.

we are our
bodies
when they
mix
to meet our
souls
somewhere
besides
here

passing through
chambers and
floors and
precious bodies

the capstone
of the pyramid
of myself

the enlightenment
at the end
of my virtue

the love
at the gate

"is this helping?"

"helping what?"

"your celibacy."

".....yes."

i wake
and my
mouth
is so
empty

my hands
so

unemployed.