Oedipus Simple.

January 30, 2002

My hearts ease,

How can I speak of this love?

Not with words, or second hand emotions.

Not with silence, for this silence

turns us both to melted ice in the heart of God.

For a while longer,

I would be the water, that runs deep

in the pulp and pith of this world,

to the one who is my pool of peace

in this storm of separation.

I can only be within you,

like a cub within its mothers den.

As a raindrop within a rose

disappearing into its scent.

Just as a rainbow is washed

into the bright sky of forgetting.

I become you with each breath,

and you take me in

as a sanguine current of the one heart.

I do not know how to say my love,

I only know how to be it.

Imagine you are the last woman in the world,

pregnant with a boy child.

How you would long to have him upon your breasts,

and how he would cling to you.

When he had reached his manhood,

he would turn to you as a lover,

and you would not deney him.

I should grow within you as a narcissus,

and that mirror, be a reflection of loves regard,

that shatters the looking glasses of the world.

We would be just this heartease,

until we knew nothing of mirrors or self,

but this love.

love

eric

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