I scratch the mosquito bites on my skin
And the mountaintops wear away
And reveal the beginning and end of the bronze-age
And rusty nails puncture deeper the surface
And leeches and butterflies emerge
Not gasping or reluctant
But following, drilling the veins of time
And some will suffer, some will prosper
All will die and change
Rapid like flesh
The copper is valued until the gold comes
And then? We come tap, tap, tapping
For more dripping spirit, metallic blood
And the nature of these bugs taunts me
While the nature of my soul haunts me
Until I can free a geothermal laugh.
Just read to the sun
Taiyang, too young
You find out to be more in
Than up, but what
If you could go everywhere
At once, like me, and you,
And Otis Redding, not forgetting
How strong our love is
See the sun setting.
And poets aren’t lamenting
It was a perfect palate, the day
What to dismiss as a petty kiss
Upon the cheek of ruddy time?
Perched on the parquetry
A tapestry of a Mourning Dove
Singing a tune too low to hear
But this love lets us feel!
And extend our ten-thousand limbs
Further, into a space that lies
Empty no more.
Wrinkles work their way in
Like wedges of sky that cut into life veins
Or pairs of hands at a Chinese train station
The world grows younger yet
And I alone remain
Like a lucid laughter in the light rain.
© 2011, Amaya Engleking