The Embrace Poem by Leon Moon

as a child
I was dragged to dinner
kicking and screaming

and now I eat dinner
silently
kicking and screaming


I I


I carry a tree across my gut
at dusk
and draw the consequences
of pleasure
through its spine

losing my self in time
(for some time)
flesh learns to dance
pious and fragile
the silhouette survives

as an ornamental pattern
on my bedroom window
and turned to body
turns its body

to me
and to mine
bark and blood
our flesh dances
in tune out of time

resolute stare
nakedness
flushing sky:
my silhouette is
my silhouette is alive

without contract
vanquished by a promise
sickness vanishes
through the god that follows.

in dawn
the tree has turned into night.

our souls
have forgotten
which one must
return to life:

our silhouettes
have forgotten
which one must
return alive:

by dawn
the tree has turned into night.