Wednesday, July 4, 2012

stone-patient & river-flow

new ink, old lines that sprawl and wind
tributaries of runes calligraphed by half-understood
so doubly-felt pulses of more than blood

the electricity you draw aches and arcs
in waves to make Tesla proud with that smile
at once hubris and hidden

i want to reach through the plasma frames
past the simple dyads and kiss you
in the hot shadows of your bed

it's a fair piece and long time coming
but i am stone-patient wrapped around
a river's serpentine swing

never stopping, ever crooked
breaching my banks, a mad torrent forward
toward the sea of you