Before Evers

Our marriage is on and in the morning
we will steal into our death.

Never; before the dawn
and the end of our dreams,
I will touch your hair,
as soft as the clouds
that carry these stories of rain.
Believe me. I am getting lost
to find you.
To meet you without all the bodies
I have gathered to just stand
bare against the sun's cleaning light.
Smile to me from the other side
of the road. Then I will cross,
take your hand
and place it to my face.

The sky and ground may fight,
but we can walk between them until dawn.
Let the mountains roll their rivers
into the mouthes of babies.
Sweetly giving in that
blood-milk-nipple-lip-belly-heart
promise.



by jerry gordon