X6 Poem by RIC BASTASA

the manner of perfection is always
the meeting of what is up there
and down here, for instance...

man &
God, and that is on the higher plane

but there is more to this kind of
philosophy,

even in the basest manner of making love,

the fusion of two lips
the collisions of two pelvic bones

tongue
to tongue

in and
out

body to
body

soul to
soul

more likely but
the point is

there is more ecstasy

for the lips to
reach down the tips
of the toes

God
stepping down
to crucifixion
to find
Man

heaven's tongue
to earth's
feet,

the sharp rods of
thunder
piercing the
crevices of
the earth

the fingers of the sun
caressing
the roots of grass

the man
bending between
the legs
of the woman

on the floor
the carpets crawl
on the carpets
the ceiling drops


undressed
the moon finally
rest on the marshes

how a goddess
resigns
from its
cloud throne
to have a tryst
with the horny
faun