The body is no more

1

From all those years ago
I still remember
fingers and hands, toes and legs
a flatness lying in my arms
eyes shut, cheeks cold

when breath leaves a baby
the body howls, shrivels
into nothingness for days
months years

when breath leaves a parent
life-giver, creator, taken away
body garlanded, shrouded
the body grows a bit older

2

What can I write about our bodies
supine in bath water, shapes, a shadow
perfumed, candle glow, soap-suds
softening skin?

This body has travelled
mountains, beaches, shores
been more than itself
carried tightly curled foetuses.
passed on its blood memories

You trace it, the thinness of the waist
the thickening of the stomach
You turn it around, we meet
together we are heaven bound

I protest; heaven is not enough
to forget others – lives dreamed not lived
the ones we loved, the ones who left.

When breath leaves the body
it stiffens, a heavy rigidity
the only deliverance, legs spread and bodies emerge
from the primal places we visit, we inhabit.

3

Your fingers on my face
your hands on my neck
when breath stops for a moment
then flows like brooks babbling through
like blood in the veins and arteries
of the body

You whisper, the sense of the body
is only true when combined, conjoined
You whisper, when the body is no more
this breath we have shared is forever