It Happened Once

A fallow season, a time of trivial hungers. He unlocked himself like a gulls beak his cry screeched out from decades of dust. He spoke: My ghost is in your body Beloved, no one sees our earth; the sunset and the ocean fall into each other this way. Death me in your moment my love. An imago surfaces one joined to all things imaginable. He understands that the living and the dead are him. Death me, he said, plant yourself into my emptiness, drug my senses with yours, dance me with your insatiable desires, drag me up, drag me to this death by light.