Prodigal

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