TWO BODIES
Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,
move in a bed through the dark,
under the earliest human hour.
A night rocks, like an ark.
They reach through the ceilings of the night,
tall as animals.
Through their valleys bends the light
of their fertile hills.
Two bodies breathe their close hellos
through interlocking pores,
while that hush of beating slows,
held, with many oars,
heart over heart, leg over leg,
trading still breath, until,
heart over heart, and seed into egg,
night holds two bodies still.
Two bodies, balanced in mass and power,
move in a bed through the dark,
under the earliest human hour.
A night rocks, like an ark.
They reach through the ceilings of the night,
tall as animals.
Through their valleys bends the light
of their fertile hills.
Two bodies breathe their close hellos
through interlocking pores,
while that hush of beating slows,
held, with many oars,
heart over heart, leg over leg,
trading still breath, until,
heart over heart, and seed into egg,
night holds two bodies still.