The Golden heart of the two of us
My soul’s weight is in thee
Thoughts that stray in the dead of night
And morning lest the rise I come
With dresses of spiritual
Vegetation to bury me
And all that I once was or might have been
My want is to pull the garments
Of the cosmos over us
So that we might choose a body
To inhabit and a heart to hold
As strangers who hold hands
But do not know why, in that
Appointed hour, how it comes to pass
Or how the goddamned sea will kneel
When all the life on Earth has passed
I have lips unused to thee
And bashful knowing nods
And Handel in my ears
It’s a long road to freedom
But a short road to witness you free
Shall we blush the eternal blush
And face the fervent and feverish muse?
Together as a fine distraction in May
To enthral the life-force from our
Glands and organs like biological magic
And find tempestuous civility
In the weight of our need
A delight in the disorder of our sense
The hope too precise in every part?
Wuji Seshat 