“For, lo, the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth…My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.” — The Song of Songs (Solomon)

POEM: COTYLEDON

I.

RETROGRADE

When we fell into love, we fell into chaos,
and you, my love, exhaled like the mountain wind.

Ruminations of a our past would fold
like a black leaf known only to night.

Within the winter of my breath
I cry a song only mercy could hear

a hymn so perfect, moved stars like fragrance
white flock, pearl seeds dream my miseries away

your lips led me to her grave
your heart presented the center
your arms had fallen way

I can see, I say

I can see as clearly

as day.

II.

NIGHT

It is with this pity that I serve
my wounds wet with the hunger
a touch I can not feel
need is a passion which bakes for hours.

The longing is like a flower
that cannot reach enough to touch the sky…

“Father” it says.

“Where are you?”

Blessed is the wound
that knows only life
even when daylight shuts its doors.

III.

DAY

The breath is clean.
Every word you formed are in your eyes.

When you sleep do you still dream?
When you turn inward, do I become broken?

I want something which does not exist at all.

Without her glance, the world hides her love.

I am born inside of her like a flower.

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Also see poem: Cotyledon (Verse 2), written August 1, 2008