Poetry
Thoughts on Waking
by David Ortmann
Published in by the International Library of Poetry in Eternal Portraits, 2005
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Thoughts on waking
Why are you here? I ask myself.
The years between us shift like seconds, and here you stand.
I see myself in your glasses, smelling desert sage in your hair.
Feeling wind-burnt fingertips against my neck, I shiver.
You intoxicate me; I am drunk on you!
Your lips are the fire's child,
your tongue a waterfall between us.
My senses scream, "Come drown with me!"
Purely one, we swim, naked in our sacred pools.
I love your body.
How it soothes and intoxicates me!
Frontiers of wonder for the unclothed explorers,
we wander freely over each other.
Wound together, as snakes are said to dance,
the love we make is raw, religious, fantastic
a lightspeed spiral downward to the oceans deep inside.
Your hand becomes my hand, your hair my hair, your eyes my own.
Why are you here? I ask myself.
You've always been here.
It is I who have come home.
for Rob Levin
written in the village of Dolni Lhota, Czech Republic
August 30, 1992