Seed
Commitment's Poem of the Week is "Seed" by Anne Marie Macari, from her book, Gloryland
Seed
By Anne Marie Macari
After the wave there’s the tide-pool in the ribbed
cup. Now I own what you left me and I’m
salt-rimmed, stained, lit by small hands trying
to feel their way inside, floating on the black
ocean beneath pelvic blood-stars. Because
I’m trying not to lose any, I sleep
against you to be the child on your back,
to be the fur on your skin, the eyes of your
shoulders. If I am the wolf drinking the milk
of darkness around your head, then you are
the lamb; or if I am the lamb then you are the wolf,
howling all night in my ear for the ordinary life.
I say to you: let you seed sprout from my lungs,
let me bear the strange animal of our love.
From Gloryland (Alice James Books, 2005)
Permission to use the poetry has been granted by Alice James Books, www.alicejamesbooks.org.
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