the fog

fog_21st_century_poetry

 

The name
of memory
is water

the gate
trembling
is your own lips
approaching

the tongue
tasting its noise
like density
born to be kissed

another’s lips
transparent, liquid,
eager river,
flooding the islands of taste

that is war
softer than death
passage carved
by lightning

the buds aware
the whole mouth
is fire

the mystery
is rung
as breath

the primordial
contact
gentle iridescence
quickening
the whole journey
of history

your heaving
entering
and leaving
the mystery

the gate
invites
the water

the dream
shining
back like fog
from the water’s surface.