a hymn of non-being
“we’re inversions of one another.” | another one of those revisions where
difference is reduced to metaphor
i fell to your feet in a clashing avalanche.
my body, a boulder, blasted into shards.
the sound of dynamite delighted you.
when i crashed into your quarry,
i made sure my ruins boomed.
we lay in animal calm,
rocked by the chalk-soft valley.
bodies and boulders;
skin and stone.
a sharp laugh cracked across the cliffs;
(peals sang back from the chasm’s
the sunset blushed,
and broke our idleness.
through channels wide as giant’s capillaries.
as water into wine,
the steady salt and brine
transmutes to ichor, draining out to sea.