Please Tell Me Who You Are.

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Please Tell Me Who You Are

 

Please tell me you are? This love affair has just got serious.

This flesh drop of flashed deception, and perfecting desire,

has arrived here delirious, and bawling for you.

 

Please say your name secretly into my sleep soaked and

sunken soul. Tell me how to do this. This love concerning of

you and I. Tell me of you, like men tell of the stars, by place

and eminence, and a long sighted charting of themselves.

Name yourself in me, so I can turn this love over, and enter

you as a man enters a woman, secretly praying to find you

there.

 

I am a pool of blood with no artery to cling to. Just this

running out. This loss and praise and longing. Please dry

this tear, that has become a person. So that I can moisten

some intimate part of you, and find a hair of your body to

nourish, and give my heart a reason for feeling this famine

and feast of falling love. Please tell me, in hush and heart

tryst, where to put myself to be your pleasure.

 

I am a leaf trembling upon the weakest and furthest twig of

a tree, held between your flight and a viscous sap. Just a

palpitation. An extenuation of a desire you have planted.

Please name me, and tell me who you are, like the wind tells

of storm, or a rainbow of its last incarnation as a rain cloud.

Or how a mother whispers unconsciously to her unborn

child, feeding it with herself like that.

 

All lovers predict themselves in each other. They prophesies

a love into being and live in that body. Show me were to sit

down, and were to stand within this endless waving of your

welcome. Introduce your invisible intimacies, one by one,

with a private signature, letters my love can decipher and

detect in the moonlight of this meeting place.

 

Where must I be for you now? What posture of love must I

assume to be your open telling, your fruition? Please

instruct me in the fine art, of making our bed, and

preparing our meals, and how to be consumed in both. How

to be the lip and saliva making a sound in your name.

 

Remember how I would always complain about how the

map-fold, used to hide our house? Now I draw a circle in

my heart, and any spot I care to touch unfolds my life in

you. We are clearing the same ground together,

to share and be the same place, yet you do not give me a

place to be myself at all, only this pathless province. Only

this answering, no questions but this.

 

My voice is no good anymore. It cannot make a noise

without this love saying itself, within it. Please name

yourself in the deep resonation of this hollow chest that

howls for a reed to vibrate in. Tell me who you are, like

every fish talks of the sea, or every hand speaks in a silent

gesture. Please find out where this speaking comes from,

and who says what to whom. Disclose where I really live

and come tell me who we are. Say yourself in me as semen

says itself in the ovum, as water says itself in fire to be the

vapor of both. This love is too flaming to be just fire.

To be just air and endless offering. It longs for a place to

dissolve. Please tell me who you are?

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.