your toes reach
around the moss that softens this cement angle
of now to
then from then to now

and, yes sweetie-pie, being sucked or
throwing yourself it's all the same, they say

into then, they say

can't even see, they say, because
yes, all is soft green blurs below, beyond

the rocking motion of now is all
your tiny frame
teeters

and, yes love, i feel the rock in your
fingers (and i feel your fingers,
electric alive)

(and it's moss, i promise it's all a bed ofmoss)

and me and my fingers, we're here
that's all we are here
that's here, yes, you're right, squeezing up against your cells, the drums
of your ears, the white wet spheres of your eyes

(and it's feathers, i promise it's a featherbed)

but who the fuck am i to fucking say
that
this cement stair of now by the green Taedong is just, only now?

(even though) because it is now, now,
now

Alpha and Omega Lead us Home surely goodness (who says you can't go
home) shall follow
and mercy
(now-never-ending rising bilein my bloody heart)

and, yes why those rocking bones of
yours are beauty
are back and away beauty
beauty back and away.