chemistry is the irreducible minimum,
my dear...
the discovery of the center of your vibrant
earth, the distance to your technicolor
moon, the electric force that makes your
insides
glow.
the Meaning of Life is
the gasp between the heartbeats
the minutes and seconds missing on the
clock
the days that disappear like dewy
dreams.
all else is numb imagination.
how can we live without
eternity in our chests?
without the touch that turns the heart
to gold and the lips to
fire?
please, God, let my
body be the answer to her
prayers, & her body be the end of all my
yearning.
let our minds & souls
rejoice in fleshy
clay.
& may our breathless loving
make your heavens
smile.