Dune Of Love Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

When that cloud falls
on me with a heavy sand dune
on my chest, I wriggle
into myself like a tortoise.

I grow into a scaly stone
under sprinkled sand, every
grain a round memory
of you in my dry heart.

Why are moments so parched,
when I've unfolded
myself into a desert, the roadrunner
spinning my feathers, as I chase

a cataglyphis to sting me
back into my unclothed
shadow waiting to be stroked
and brushed by your grin?

That grin is lit by its candle light
burning its wax to bring
me into your glow O star over
a lake of melting wax.

(ii)

Drifting into a shore burning
its contours to bounce
back to your sheet on a bed,
where you drool over me.

And I swell into you with
every drip from your mouth
dropping in a zephyr
with feathers of your swipe.

I grow back into an elephant
man of me, that house
in a bed with space for every
touch that grows a rainbow

through my bleaching clouds
thawed into a creeping worm
smooth as a piece of moonstone,

a smile from your face gripping
me with flowery balloons of you.
Your grin, silver leaves

dropping into a still lake of me
to weave a thousand ripples
to weave the wings of an egret

on a mooing window, a cow
tethered to a wind to milk strokes
and brushes unfolding
into the wheeled storm of our love.

(iii)

On a lonely shore, my island
always by you in your bed,
my bed drifts into your pillows
to breathe in every breath

you toss out to find the shores
of my face still jagged
but smoothing out into your soft

palms, its cushions the canopy
covering me to beam
with you under a breeze
in a rippled sea
spinning a dune brittlestem.