ABOUT LOVE

1

No    when you went to her

(oh when she told me so) then I turned to

her    her    her    her: emptiness:

black hollows falling over alone

under the white running water

2

“Light as milk in a child’s cup,

I will hold you, at my lips

I will feed you,” said the soft black pelican

about love, the mother, God the pelican,

the mother, stem of all our tenderness.

3

Ribbon of the

silver path of the milky

light on the water, how

you follow yourself across my mouth,

across my hair;

beads of water,

bright tall necklace of light, how you

thread yourself through me, through

my lips, their silk

stem.