I Was Reading a Scientific Article

They have photographed the brain

and here is the picture, it is full of

branches as I always suspected,

each time you arrive the electricity

of seeing you is a huge

tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving.

It is an earth, its fibres wrap

things buried, your forgotten words

are graved in my head, an intricate

red blue and pink prehensile chemistry

veined like a leaf

network, or is it a seascape

with corals and shining tentacles.

I touch you, I am created in you

somewhere as a complex

filament of light

You rest on me and my shoulder holds

your heavy unbelievable

skull, crowded with radiant

suns, a new planet, the people

submerged in you, a lost civilization

I can never excavate:

my hands trace the contours of a total

universe, its different

colors, flowers, its undiscovered

animals, violent or serene

its other air

its claws

its paradise rivers