Wearing the chains of the future into the past?
I once played in the waters with you.
Immersed our bodies,
made love in the sun.
Our place was that special place
where we explored each pliable other,
with and against the current.
Stirring the bottom; little fingerlings
feeding upon our hair
wide eyed into the mouth of our destiny
now gone, so mournfully gone.
All water comes through you, around you.
We drink from the bottle,
through the filter of ourselves.
Break bread into the meal
of each liquid vision become.
Passing our poisons, sharing our waste.
Building a crescendo
to what eventually
washes us clean.
lloyd marbet, 12-17-99