She is a River

right into her mouth i go
after timeless unpeelings of doorways
like centuries of unprocessed spider-web
defying gravity and molecular bonds
we burn what confuses the clocks, migrating birds,

stars spinning in circles unsure which way is out

she’s all mouth and all around me,
all strings i sitar, harp and contrabass

as if im a couple thousand pieces so long pretending unity but always drawing borders, twisting arguments,
sending names from greek to tibetan to algebraic

the mouth of the momentum of the vision
folding the world into a lung a river a bio magnetic vortex rinsing the sun in the moons explosive blood
star herbs dusting the sizzle of two mouths, many hands,

too great a breadth of skin to traverse in one life