the ascension is in my ears,
a rapidly growing pulse--
why should i have to stay inside the lines,
why should i be restricted?
it grows here, seeping down into my heart,
down through the spine and my bones and the marrow
curdles at the touch of it.
i am pounding, beating, throbbing
with its growth.
i am so many images all grown up
and swallowed by one bitter mouth:
the wedding dress,
sacagawea and her shoes and the mountains,
an edifice built specifically for books,
the blooming of a single flower.
like a daytime tv special
i am dramatic, unfolding, virginal and sexual
and seeking always seeking for the beat.
oh, it hurts, and i wish you were here to hold me.
the ascension begins and ends
with you.