DEEP WATER FLESH
When the Love Childe Wallis Stern opens her mind she opens her heart like she opens a book. And so should we all. To wit and as follows:
The Tall Girl Nell kicks off a stiletto heel, dangles a long delicate foot in the water, and s/he says:
I have a recurrent dream. I am an adult, I am a child.
I walk myself hand over hand to a breakwater edge.
I look out, I see storm clouds. I look down, I see foam rising,
I shout NO! I shout YES! and then I am falling.
I awake swimming. I do not know what it means.
I don’t know a lot about dreams but I know a lot about waking and sleeping.
I don’t know a lot about dreaming but I know that I need to.
I’ve already dreamed you a long time, a bright multicolored waistcoat
streaming in the wind like a native fetish, so many tiny excellent threads turning.
I don’t know Eros from Agape, I don’t split body from mind.
I never put Descartes before Des Horse whatever its different color!
I don’t know a lot about dreams but I know a lot about waking and sleeping and water.
I dream the word made liquid made flesh, a cuneiform splatter, its babble, its
gurgle, its hydraulic laughter. I dream the mouth of the fountain, its aquarian
ripple, the way it comes down in sheets and swells up like a hydrant. O me, O my
thirsty soul! I get lost in the tub, I let loose every anchor. I rock the boat, I know, I
push the river sometimes even though it’s already flowing. When I sleep I dream
such a vertiginous basis, such a soft wet harbor, such a singsong whirlstream,
such a digitate jetstream. When I sleep I dream I swish inward and outward.
When I dream I draw milk from love’s liquid body, I stretch salt water taffy, I
dream inlet and outlet and uplet and downlet and go down and dive deep into
strangely familiar amniotic arms, slippery fingers and all.
In loving dedication to my favorite birthday girl, ma seul histoire d’amour, but so far away from home. Je t’aime tellement toujours, xVotre W
© 2011-2012 Wallis Stern, excerpted from THE LOVE CHILDE WALLIS STERN