My muscles unravel
like spools of ribbon:
there is not a shadow
of pain. I will pose
like this for the rest
of the afternoon,
for the remainder
of all noons. The rain
is making a valley
of my dim features.
I am in Tinos,
I am by the Eye.
It is summer,
I smell the rain,
I see myself running
through wheatgrass.
I am honey,
I am several winds.
My nerves dissolve,
my limbs wither –
I love you.
I love you.
(After James Tate)
heavenfaced 