Tremendous. I don't know anyone who can narrate emotions with the authority Eva demonstrates. I'm humbled
My life said to you: I want to love you well. My nesting arms: I’ll hold you long and burning In a soft, deep gully inside me, in a pre-verbal place, in the body’s tomb of knowing: I hold our togetherness We are forbidden our language, our literal instruments, our home and skin and fire. A child at morning’s elbow – by noon I’m in the crook And I’d spill these eyes to love you, wrap you gladly and benign make you longer resistant to rain and sorrow My life said: in sweetwater I’ll find your buried lips, my love, your lips and fading ballasts small crumbs silhouettes I’ll circle your lifted face And a hunger like my life will cast the stone Grip tightly the steeping form, heavy with praise, with prognosis A hunger like my life will pass through you, Smother your sickness My life: your lifted face. The night said: I want to trickle through you like a deep slow current leave silt between the muscles Press against your tossed medieval mind like the tide I’ll brave this revelation: I’ve conspired to absorb you, your tongue your tongue and gnarled root belly, and become your long lost self your cutthroat appetite your curandera song. From the ashes of the sudden lover – a diet of silence I will wrest the virtue of my flaws, I will rest and let this life swell in me, irrigate the earth and heart. My life said: light. |
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