Tumble

Earth's luminous
dark labia,
petals of pearl
and shadow,
frolic of opposites
that cannot be explained.
Just tumble out of death,
rounded by your dance.
Don't wait for an invitation.
Don't look back
into the night.
Don't gaze down
toward the sea of hope.
This is your breath,
your only breath,
given for one purpose:
to feast on love and then
say Thou.



Photo: A peony on my table