THE WINDING AND UNWINDING
The shape of your thought
Entices me
Quite as much as
The thought of your shape.
Clay-minded,
Bloody-brained,
Fickle as a stick in water:
I swim towards you.
I reach for you
Again and again and again
In thought, in force,
Not withholding aught
Save what wyrd demands
From each of us.
The winding and unwinding
Of time and tide,
Again releasing,
Again embracing,
Tasting and chasing,
Like river-otters sliding
Down the sloped bank.
The winding and unwinding
Of time and tide:
The rounded lift and heft,
The nipple’s assertion,
The twinned-blood rising
Like the swift pull
Of the river’s pulse
And penetration --
Flowing,
Falling,
Following –-
That shared current
Streaming just past the shore,
Stranding us between
Just enough
And quite enough.
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Coda:
Laughing lips sip --
Swallow -- another draft.
Glasses, glances,
Clash and chime,
Toasting the new year.
Harken to the hearty
Admonition:
Draft, not drift.
--Matthew Duckworth
