Mars and Venus (A Poem)
I am asleep.
The waves crash upon then rocks.
Cold water mixes with hot lava.
Steam gushes from the cave.
I am in love.
Making dreams from rubber and plastic.
With an orb and a scepter
I conjure holograms of box and circle:
blue and pink.
Confusion in pigmentation.
Trains, trains
running towards Siberia.
Charging down the track
of pine cones.
You are in love.
You are in lust.
I met you before.
Many dreams before.
In a white desert.
Inside a revolving plastic capsule.
We made love.
We made life and death
at the same time.
You guided me to the pool.
We floated over the waters.
Past digital lotuses,
past electric flora.
Night and Day we composed myth.
We made promises;
exchanged ciphers.
We made promises
by the Mongolian pyramids.
That night
you took me in.
Into your fair body,
your hidden closet.
Up the river and deeper into streams,
into your heart..
You showed me a mirror
and I saw myself.
We lost one another.
In a shower of meteirorites.
Under the bowl of the soil
we found one another again.
Oh what celebration!
You became drunk on my wine,
my worm, my serenity.
I painted a portrait of you,
using your hands.
My talent guiding your body.
My voice coming out of your throat.
My key opening your lock.
Bees in the garden.
Children in the ante-chamber.
My laugh and your wonder.
