Perihelion

Perihelion

The definition of stasis is a bath of warm blue fluid

which raises and

sustains the usual wonderings.

The definition of love fell prey to the anesthetic death of language, love the stone in my

jugular

when I try to swallow past grief, love the blank-faced soldier wiped out along with

the following henchmen:

Good/evil. Light/dark. Freedom/captivity.

But a perihelion:

a perihelion is the moment I meet

my maker.

Perihelion is a ride in the

backseat.

I count emergency phone boxes and

fall asleep,

dream of Hale Bopp because

I was a small child born into astral years

with much to dream about and some things to wish for.

Perihelion is the living ghost in my chest:

it moves, dilates,

as if newly born and made aware of

some sun, some gravity- the brilliant cacaphony

of the stars, or the sweet

sadness of our wasted environment.

(Wasted as the very old are

wasted, dry and full of aches.)

The ghost (swells and) pulsates, swoops

like a fledgling hope

I call it aura because it sleeps but never dies

and bleeds colors

I think I'll kiss you in the exosphere

I think the moment might call for it.

I think of the dimension of desire,

of things meteoric and difficult to explain,

of what is sudden and not, and all at once

the best feeling

of all feelings

is relief

relief in the deep, warm amniotic

bath.

Relief beneath wide skies.