forgotten

i have forgotten the way it happened

i felt tongues fall on me

an early pentecost

the way you called my name

the slipshod waste of want

now derived and denuded

soon the way would open

to the waters of babel

linking us to limits already

set and we would smile

and importune and god

would flee the scene

as manifold as kazanzakis’ jesus

at temptation we are all human

i felt your breath askance

on my neck and heard my name

from your pensive lips, lips

that broke my flesh

and peered into my subterranean

innards, a heart is only a heart

with in blood