Poem 315 – Souffle

Soufflé

The wind whipped into 3pm
clouds cheek-puffed & grey
but I – I was writing before
the light moved to meet the day
by noon the words flowed
between mouths into laughter
we even read poetry out loud
Pope & Lowell – pausing in the
eleventh hour to hand-over-heart
silence as three yellow spitfires
sputtered overhead –
remembering lives in all the colours

By 1pm the dream was so massive
a fat band of pain knocked
under my skull & brought stars
to the dark in my blinks
then after sushi & dishes
the love was uncontainable
& I realized the knocking
against my skull was the
pain of joy
so passionately robust
it felt lethal

Hot rose & eucalyptus water
soothed my body into bliss
calm collected contemplative

When the words revisited
in slow kisses I offered my
rib cage – souffléd upward
my heart bloomed to bursting