for Issa
This love
lives in my body
where seventeen fierce men
with shovels keep the fire
hot,
a fire with stars and
volcanoes
and new continents in it.
This love
lives in my heart
where tameless horses
carry
enchanted children from
village to village
in search of parents
they’ve
never seen, only dreamed.
This love
lives in my mind
where an aging alchemist
sits in a dusty library
trying to remember the
word that when spoken
will open the rosebud.
This love
lives in your eyes
where water is born and
spirit salmon
swim upstream for
centuries
to lay their eggs in your
voice
and die.
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