There is nothing in this that cannot be languid, long.
Juniper limey twist,
the softness of f’s and s’ on your tongue and the
oh bone e oh setting, the muscle stretching the lid settling
Nature of your balm
On afternoons that grow like calendula,
It’s own root
Strong by the virtue of subtlety.
There is a hushing lap on the shore of your twin spheres of
ancient lakes straddling unity and circling a vast unknown familiarity that waxes and wanes
Two black moons in the orbital romance of a
great blue green shale psyche
Shine back at me
In your chest and arms
on dappled days the watercolours of light play
Across your face
I see no shadows chase
But an iridescent concupiscence
that lingers on my eyelids and i feel it at the stems
and hems of my hairs and skirt grazing fingertips
crowned in ivy at the flurry of the coronations.
We have plucked out all the thorns.
In the quiet between the druidic moon and milkmaid dawn
our limbs and fingers spill unbound
from their clutch of thumbs and awkward elbows
to irrigate the groves of grooves
on marbled skins.
Cool the igneous memories, the great cracks and mottle of things.
The volcanic birth that marks me
We cast threads of our dreamings,
spools through the illusory,
to navigate the labyrinthine haze
of things we never agreed to believe
until we breach back down into
Endless
Nourishing
Earth
our tap root fingers,
deep, thirsty and knuckled
as the roots of Indian teak.
You speak
silly soft and magic
hold me to your rhythm
skin taught across the hollow
at the strike of which all things begin.
I want to hear you knock
at my gate
and ask me out to play.
In this dreaming we are tunnelers through worlds
witching hour wakeful
slaking a curiosity of self and shadow
dancing past the threshold
enchanted by a passage
that circumvents the tomb.
And on the gaps in difficult days where the sun through the grass splits rays
you refract all the artifice of life
until you are an architect of light
beaming better ways
prismic and primrosen as the glance of white sun on a horizon.
We both can remember how
I told you that I love you
long before
we ever
even
kissed.
Sionnachaí 