i no longer feel my heart
beating in my own chest--
my ribs have been abandoned
for your ribs, my skin left
looking for the unseen seam
where you must split open &
connect zipperlike with me,
all our guts & gore an orgy
of red togetherness overlap
entwining--& it is not that
i am no longer myself, that
you've taken blood and bone
hostage for a ransom of sex
and song and silent knowing
, but that your body is not
a foreign thing--
undeniably, you
are my destination,
my native land, and
i have come home.
6/12/2003