Domestica
17 August 2013
Domestica seiscientos diecinueve
For you I am two fools,
and all the slower I am obtuse.
Yet I’ve come to see both spools,
both gyres as they wind.
Lower, let my hesitation loose:
as I fall deeper into her mind;
To begin yet another discourse,
an alternative to what we know.
Although some say we were born in sin,
A brother warned me, of course,
the punitive will not win.
More than kisses are those words we share,
Fairer and farer, an ascension to a better state.
Healing, healing, healing, my fixed foot.
Deep root in the ground, unmoving,
feeling, tracing, pacing around
together; twin compasses, and like that
it’s done.
Thus we find our home is home is a home is us.
We create our home is us.
A whole halved and then found.
Round at last, round at last,
Like a sorb-apple, found at last.
Let us find what we desire of one another
while we seek this home a home the home.
Our souls, they dance in our room,
and outside ourselves.
With you I live
For me I live
For us we live in this home, a hood.
And when we think back,
We’ll remember we stood in unison.
effete scribbler 