The atomized veil of a hundred kisses

Divining Water

There is the queek of your trembling body
when the pipes have yet to heat the morning
and all that shivers runs giddy down the drain.

There is the atomized veil of a hundred
kisses when hunger collides against love
to leave you vanished in its wake.

There is the recession of a black sea
when geology returned everything it
ever took out and put the bones back.



There are white skins of ice spread across
the late pools waiting to be touched
and set to the wind of a music box.

There are ribbons laced above the rain
gathered in unbraided rivulets that spread
fans against the lowing peacocked sun.



There is yet yearning that breaks open
the sky of the heart, even after days of
rich hours and burning years of drought.

There is this which must stand for that, and all
of that is what this is, and what is left is all that
stands for water, and water knows this is all.

Joseph Gallo
November 23, 2007