Opening and its Slow Sound

Opening and Its Slow Sound

In a cracked mooring she lies, about to float
In the bathing shards a sunblush of mirrors
Which they reflect uniquely: brown curves, woman all
New, shiny and furred, for to call

Bubbles unburst, don't burst.

No creaks save the odd crack of wood arrhythmic
Silence except for the cry of your eyes.
Take a deep breath, mouths cupping and echoing
Pouring a fill of profound pressure
(Here blue tits flurry like words everywhere and nowhere).

Now I know where to go for knowledge
And silence!

And smart-arsed remarks? Universal Meanings?
My arse! Rather

Implode heaven, crush it into liquor, lick
God's vital impulse and drink it in two gulps:
Pink/orange/white mists glassed, contained:
A fire in the holding grip of fingers, the cheek of knave of
Back, known pressure of white and black.

Look what you have done, produced here yourself.
Cracking! Adverse to politics, not simple or
Urged to anything but wanting to stay in and not tire
Ever, fair or foul weather.

To end is not contemplated, is complicated
Is worth a later place in later. Stated.
I said arrhythmic but I just meant spontaneous.
Sometimes it must just be rhythmic.