This is another poem from around 5, maybe 6 years ago.
Genesis With Emily Just After Waking
Emily, it is not only that
I drink to hollow out my body.
My body hollow, I drink
to fill my body.
Why God chose to make me, Emily
I will never know.
I was made in a glass dish.
When I drink, I unbecome
That evening which unformed the voice of the ocean--
And your morning body
bridges the firmament.
Look at me Emily.
I have spent the entire morning watching
Your head rise the crest of my body.
Beneath the cathedral of my bone
The ocean notes gather-- firm
As the glass under the stars, the whispered
spirals of a conch
call out--
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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