The Lake

I used to hang
My heart’s desire
From the sharp points
Of the stars I saw there,
Watched them twist and twitch
Until morning put them out

While you hungered for even higher levels,
Desired departure to some
Plane I could not pretend to understand.

So, I missed my mark.
Here I am in the same place
Now hamstrung by
Those little kicking feet.

I do not long,
Like you,
For lack of longing.
My desire dilates
Only to renew itself,
My dreams are
Deeply colored.

I wring my body
For the salt
Of sweat and tears
And consider it
My sacred work,

And I do not hesitate
To taste the poison
I make here
Between these two
Hungry breasts.