A body eludes, reached in fragments;
words cannot weigh this mosaic
I close my eyes to see.
When did it become what I would drown in?
Pour myself of, over?
Cement my cells to?
How did it come to mean more than pulse?
Loosed here by this contrary dome,
infused within this journey’s coil,
at the overlap of circles, I find you.
(On the overlap of circles you are.
You are the overlap of circles.)
Your imperfections extend to give me back myself;
the tesserae that glow your eye with dawn’s gold
find me; stem me; broken beneath, as above.
Eternal, as you
in the frailty of hope’s creation.
kj15nov09
