Thursday, September 7, 2017

Free Form Kiss

Peck:
to mark the page
I want to kiss
I've been trying 
and trying
I miss the mark
the slightest purse
imperceptible pressure
invisible wall
Where is our Wailing Wall?
the print, seen or unseen
always there
perhaps slightly moist
not violent

Open Mouth:
but look, it is already there,
wide open
the Great Mouth that filters the oceans
ride to it
be cleansed past the glottis

with the algae, the seaweed,
the minnows, jellyfish
all water around us slowly spinning
draining

once we were expanding
at the time of Abraham and Noah
now we retract back to the Source
for saltiness

out of a Great Nose
we return to the world
washed up onto a sandy shore
undiscovered by man and woman

the sand crabs edible
if only we could dig after them
but hands must remain tied
behind the back 
until the baptismal
drains through the little hole
at the bottom

how strange it must feel 
to know that nothing will happen 
after this kiss
that it is perfectly impotent
between one man to another.
But why?
Where are the Impatiens 
that belong in the shade 
beside the house?
Those certainly did have the power
to mark something,
whether or not it was this kind of kiss
---maybe not
but we could ask them if only they could be found.
that of course in a memory long gone

Peck:
It's the warmth of the kiss
that is indelible
They say body temperature water
can induce transcendence
We know the Spirit 
is our amniotic fluid

 

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