Sunday, August 7, 2011

Two Heads

I know that your left hemisphere is full of snowstorms
and that forest fires eat at the walls of your right.
Your poor heart, pumping unevenly, pumping hard
to keep up. Your poor tongue, startled by popping sounds.
But I have a body too, and just as all
bodies are poor, it is needy.
I need you to hear me
and my warm springs
and rain.