Please tell me who You are?
This love affair has just got serious.
This flesh drop of flashed deception
and perfecting desire
has arrived here delirious and bawling for You.
Please say your name secretly
into my sleep soaked soul.
Tell me how to do this -
this love concerning of You and I?
Tell me of You
like men tell of the stars
by place and eminence
and a long sighted charting of themselves.
Name Yourself in me
so that I can turn this love over
and enter you as a man enters a woman
secretly praying to find You there.
I am a pool of blood with no artery to cling to
Just this running out -
this praise and longing.
Please name this tear-drop that has become a person
so that I can moisten some part of You
and find a hair-breath of our body to nourish
and give my heart over to this feeling -
this endless falling into love.
Please tell me in hush and heart tryst
where to put myself to be Your pleasure.
Sometimes I am a leaf
trembling upon the weakest and furthest twig of a tree
held between flight and a viscous sap.
Just a palpitation.
An extenuation of Your desire You have planted.
Please name me
and tell me who You are
like the wind tells of the storm
or a rainbow tells
of its last incarnation as a rain.
Or how a mother whispers unconsciously to her unborn child
feeding it with herself like that.
All lovers predict themselves in each other.
They prophesy a love into being and live in that body.
Show me where to sit down
and where to stand within this endless wave of Your welcome.
Where must I be for You now?
What posture of love must I assume to be Your open telling?
Please instruct me in the fine art
of making our bed
and preparing our meals
and how to be consumed in both.
How to be lips and saliva making the sound of Your name.
My voice is no good anymore.
It cannot make a noise without this love saying itself within it.
Please name Yourself in the deep resonation
of this hollow chest that needs a breath to vibrate for.
Tell me who you are
like every fish talks of the sea
or every hand speaks in a silent gesture.
Please find out where this speaking comes from
and who says what to whom.
Whisper into this mortality
where I really live and come tell me who we are.
Say yourself in me
as water says itself into fire to be the vapor of both
to be this endless offering.
This telling of myself in You.
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