Blending
Until the centuries come and blur away,
Until they come and go like spirits, or
Like ghosts, let us, together, come and sway
As one, if that be possible. Let each one’s core
Become the other’s by a blending of
Our souls and bodies. I will wear my shirts
Which Ka has made until we find our love
When clothes come off and we have raised your skirts.
I want a sacred bond that life could not
Propose with Denham, or with Charles, or James.
I want a frenzy, elements all hot,
A Pentecostal pact with hovering flames.
Let’s make our love eternal here in time,
A thing of chant-like ecstasy and slime.
~ Phillip Whidden