that poem

[revolutionrabbit]

adhere, do i write the poem
or do you write it, so to say
by reading what was wrote

when our words meet
universe to universe
do our eyes also speak
how different
the expression sought

when we ask who is perceiving
that which is contained in poem
words do not exist only to word
they gather around to embrace

something is beheld that then
also holds that which is shown
were i to think tree as tree
tree them poem would leave

not leave its senses yet senses
a forest behind each passage
a sun in the ball of darkness
as a sky sees through our hand

looking toward a spread with lines
the palm reveals a star map shines
opens a path down crossing shadow
poem to poem then placed together

the first poem was made with light
light writes with flesh pressed to flesh
possess the lover the lover is possess
in a room written through enter her