AMO ERGO SUM
I love, therefore I am. I awoke this day alone to a nameless longing so deep it took my breath away and drew tears.
It was a thought of you so close and animal strong like a scent in the open wind, like a bold rhythmic straddle,
like a swell, like a thicket, like the very first time,
like dense pine, like a dark scratch of bark to my knees,
like a sound of sirens, like living in wartime,
like now, like a kiss at long last so desperate hard and open
it defies the odds.
Here and there it comes again, the loud rustle and furtive play of you, the fluid bas-relief of light and shadow flexing. It’s the silk and ruddy brawn of you on top like a blanket, brazen, like a second skin.
What a sweep of wings, what an altar, what a morsel, what a cannibal night and day!
And again it comes, with a sibilant lash, scream, and swallow, with a ream of earth and iron and marrow, the ochre calipee up beneath the lower scoop of shell, the sudden naked face raw beneath the hood and again, an irradiant stalk.
Again and again and again, and it is what I want: to be read aloud by lovers on a soft makeshift podium, for the pages to stick together but yield to gentle pressure, to collect the last and finest drop, to open every wicked vein, to multiply our numbers who do not believe in sin, to own every plumb and disparate act of love, to sleep and wake with it deeply, to tap the full weight of it with my tongue, from collective corona to vascular core, out loud and the air rings with it,
and again and again and again, the imperative conjugal conjugate verb: Amo, Amas, Amat, Amamus, and Ergo, Ergo Sum!
© 2011-2012 THE LOVE CHILDE WALLIS STERN: A THINLY VEILED AUTOBIOGRAPHY