Across Generations

Soft leaves fall upon my chest—
come, let us kiss,
after so many lifetimes.
 
So many births have passed,
so many days
I have not entered your room.
 
Your breasts, filled with milk—
let me drink,
press my lips
to your nipples,
make the green greener.
 
From your red river
flows desire,
its current surging.
Blue blood pulses
through veins of thought.
Let me enter—
into the endless cavern.
 
In the folds of sweet sugar
desire gathers,
layer by layer.
At the doorway of your womb
joy’s nectar churns unceasing.
 
I drift—
bodiless,
borne upon the world’s illusion.
 
And then—
looking into your eyes,
leaving a kiss upon your lips—
love, passion,
the body’s own tenderness
fills the earth’s perception.
 
This, the household,
the infinite mercy
of a woman’s body.
Here, on this shore,
life leaves its gift.
 
After so long,
I have found joy.
Do not send me back empty-handed.
 
My heart—saffron,
my path—summoned by life.
 
One drop of seed
I must leave
within your womb.
 
And then return,
by the road of faith,
to the unbroken chain
of immortality.