Reverie

Love, I think, asks at least as many questions as it answers and one of them is “what do you bring alive in me?” which is really asking “what do I bring alive (allow to come into being) in myself in response to you in my world?”

A mouthful of language to swallow, choking
as I do around you in the depths of me, struggling
around the space you take
and the shape of you
in my life, my body. This body
I have never known as I do now,
have never felt so alive in–except when I’m alone
in the secret hollows of my dreaming, held firm
in the gravity of longing. A hunger
that feeds me myself,
the only true nourishment
received when living melts against
the ripeness of being
and belonging is just another word
for what it means to thrive.

Please note that the first line “a mouthful of language to swallow” was assigned as part of a poetry prompt in a workshop and comes from Peaches by Peter Davidson.