“And the poem is made against flesh and time”
                                                    
Herberto Helder

Beyond Limits 9
(epiphany)
your presence
                                    of limpid crystal
prays
           transparency
                                    before the heart.
silent reserve
                       of feeling
winged line
                     of life
on the horizon
                           of the hand.
thighs
            of greek columns;
breasts
              that blossom
                                      grapes
petals and bourbon;
pearl
          lost in my
                           delirium:
it isn’t stone
                      it’s lily;
it isn’t light
                    it’s porcelain,
velvet magnet
                          animism’s melody
of sex and
                   centuries
driving my fire wild
driving me inside out. 






Author's note: "Beyond Limits 9" is drawn from a ten poem sequence called "Beyond Limits."