My rib plucked in a deep sleep
sleek and smooth it flew
into a rib rest, I didn't even feel
when it left. This rib found real
life, life from my side
life from my mind
I could have lived a lifetime
grinding through the government
of all creation, a perfect habitation
where everything is up
every heart in love not luck, from above
a hidden world pouring through me, be
everything as it should
a creation made of good
the little creation that could
do anything beautiful in a Holy Hand's Span
a plan that was not yet as good as it should
when night by night I awake
moonlight on my single face
lift my eyes and look
to the tree, the beast, the sea
yet find no hands, no heart, no eyes
sized to my infinite appetite
I was bound (into this book)
to be broken, bones
borrowed not stolen.
God said, "if in seven days
you're not heart satisfied
mystified, open-eyed in heart song
take a long draw of her
and get blown up by a heart bomb,
you can have your old bones back
cold, with interest." But I
woke up in a belly laugh (God's
scalpel, sawing, sewing is like tickling,
the way bubbles burst) half was me
half was to see and she shall be
called, "out of me"
it's not fifty-fifty
or split in any capacity
but I am all here very much
as much as she is in me (being)
and is all here in me
around me, through me
A Bone Song of Songs
born to belong, blood-
born out of my side (blood
cannot hide but through my heart
a lovetide) tug tug touching
new world words
in a many watered Voice
that makes a way, worn
erosion, a hidden voice explosion
in my heart, it's very good to start
heartsing her a bomb song
on the fortune of one flesh
the creation of one quest
a bone blessed bidding to belong.
Bring her to me
and out of my sleep
I wake in two,
a shared love supremacy
a reality of consummate co-rule.
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