VENNILA nr KAIN
Roof Lights
In that room,
where paintings crowd around you
whispering mad incantations
where the roof light
grows lighter still,
I think of you.
I invoke you
with the powerless words of the paintings.
Some have mystical leanings
while many merely pretend to
invite you.
The spine sends a tit-tat-tat
an SOS out to you. Only you.
Hot molten lava of your tongue
enters into cold mouth
speaking truth at all costs.
So much it has cost,
these years, without you.
And you arrive in your magic craft
whose wings are desire
which then fold onto themselves
and settle down, for you are here.
And I am here.
Your hands are coarse
from moving earth
the silk of my skin
takes flight to heaven
as your touch awakens
the sleeper in me.
So many lifetimes,
you have followed me
in your search.
Always a little behind
or off on another plane.
Now we are here. Although there too.
It can't be long now.
No. The snake in me writhers
For the eagle in you.
It can not be long now.
