The power of my lover moves in my midst
Struggles against the constraint of
ages
Fighting the deceit in the right ones lies
I yearn for my own kind – I live the dance
–
The deepened pivot pierces, and releases
us
Gripped of his love I push through the ground
My arms come up through the stubborn earth
My hands reach up to intercede through
it
Fingers stretching up – like trunk and boughs
In two huge trees my arms emerge – yearning
Holding up the leaden sky, then piercing
through it
My branches meeting the falling light of
stars
Their branches, too, reach down, as mine
reach up
Hands above the night sky barrier, the light
there
Streaming through the holes we thought were
stars
In the lover – the lower one fell, the higher
one flew
Half way down, or half way up – the meeting
place
Third heaven meets, and marries the conquered
earth
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