We possess the vernal waters
That sluice through the empty holes in us
To deliver life into the dry desert parts of us.
I aim to fatten you up on trust and pasta
On hope and - god-willing – truth
But just in case, know that we always
Face the great eastern sun, we
Open to the world like steamed mussles
Frozen wide, like a receptacle, ready for wisdom
That will shed our hard shell leaving only
The soft guts and briny water that is us –
Wanting the Other to love, just like that,
Without compromise, without change.
We listen for the breath that speaks to us,
Glistening in the very shine of all the love we
Nurture for each other stored in pools
Deep as a moonless night
Held in the shy promise of silence.
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