To Water Element so clear, element of grace Moving so quickly the moving seems at rest, If you had being other than this blur Of surface passing into surface, your Body would take shape as her body does So constant in its flowing otherness Outward toward this instant depending And falling into depths where all is flowing Toward this stasis that is her hand Lifting to her hair, hesitating, no sound Or movement more present to my watchfulness- Not time, hope, afternoons that drift like ash, Not sweat, sperm, spit or sighs, not blood on sheets Or sheets rippling over flesh, no movement Moves like her hand's gentle unmoving While wherever you will flow keeps flowing. To Dust Dust reverses itself and shapes itself into a body- the water is sweet to it and it comes to the water wanting, and wanting, goes away, goes away filled with the fullness of wanting. The body of dust that finds love in wanting and that once was nothing remembers the water and its weight, recalls each drop saturating the dust it sinks down into now, aroused on its knees, under your gaze. |
© Tom Sleigh