Imyglg (I Miss Your Grace Lg) Poem by L.B. Temuco

The soft parade of lips
I just cannot imagine
anything less than instinct
or conclusions beyond existence
in this inner universe
I touch inside a trembling isolation
the pink thirst of our tongues
with no agreement
the earth leaves through a crack
in a wall, it is looking
obdurate heart
for you
to take you back
to turn you over again
to expose capillaries and cavities
my face on your hot pools of skin
in the warm spill of dreaming
I cup my hands into a cradle, a nativity
and remember your silence
folding against the world
of cold scales and silver
we flew as ravens do
we laid ourselves in moist curves
my eyes you cut with a razor
they bled with the claret wings of leaves
warming my body with breathing
you are a flood in Autumn
your tears carried back to tell the earth
something it had forgotten
I am forever me in your sunken tides
we pull each other
we hold each other in order to live
we put each other to the sword
we lay in the sweetest grace
I miss that
under the uncertainty
there are fountains
in our souls