Morpheus Magnum Opus

by Edison Cummings

 

trace the jagged runes across my skin

revive th’archaic poetry and speak the spell

of yet another magic deeper in

 

seismic lovers smashing high

—i wish for us to be stone towers clashing

in the lightning-forkèd sky with cannons' ring—

part of nature’s thunderclapping chorus

 

sacred estuary home

—i wish to meet you at my ancient sands

your deltic hands lace land in land—

the roaring river, foam and loud

 

purifying forest fire

—i am dry aspen after dry spring

quaking poplar arms with paltry leaves—

you are blood, hot breath, the spark.

 

trace the jagged runes across my skin

revive th’archaic poetry and speak the spell

of yet another magic deeper than skin

 

perfume of bitter herbs

—i am the lamb splayed ‘cross the cold stone table

smite me, quarter me, anoint me with myrrh—

wrench the breath from my lungs

 

behold the volcano

 

would that i cast myself to the stars

and your astronomer’s eye spy me

        string me into Sagittarius

 

would that i hide between your thoughts

and your dreams ensnare me,

        the Morpheus magnum opus.

 


Thumbnail image by Nolan Wolfe.