to want (in a twilight)

title offered by t. kiriyama
. . .

a line begins, me, we: arcane
as whispers, we wash the
twilight, a blue world,

with amber logic: we fall into
our moment, surrendering
everything:

i claim your scent of ripened guava.
i claim your history, your name.
i claim your cacao-pod waist.

you hold my virginity so it won’t be
lost again: we resolve to keep
everything so.

we slither from saffron to hunger’s end.
we gather, along our pathways,
game and grapevines.

we pluck softly, one by one,
verses from our mouths:
everything swells so.

we offer glances, warming flights
of meditation: a tuneful stride
and blaze till we tremble,

unfurling a storm of arrows. our
dazzle fades like candlewicks,
the ends of all songs:

you, we: two teardrops
converged upon a
twilight’s dream.

:
:

after a poem first drafted spring 2000

~A.