It is the cadence of the common
chorus, the bet within
the spread before us, the courses
we are blessed to receive
the transmission of the feast
beast to belly to the earth of our
burdens laid down. It has been gone
so long that most of our bodies have
replaced down to the atom
these entangled selves
an exchange of kisses
uninhibited by time or matter
flavors and orbits all spark
like eye contact with a photo
a pocket cognition, that classic
quintessence of elements
rapt in this bare legged
chemistry, like a fingered pulse,
shadows hushed and
thick with touch.
