WANTING

                       
                           "we sense and experience
                           that we are eternal"
                                                   --Spinoza


So there, then. I, 
     like you, embrace 
our immortality -- 


     we are irises
in bloom, stretching
     lavender and


yellow and rust,
     twisting ourselves 
free from mud, 


     drunken bee
rubbing his belly
     in our iridescent 


stamen, dancing
     on our lusty
beard-tongues 


     for our sweet dust.
We droop at dusk,
     mock the twilight


shadows, our flags
     unfurling into 
yearning, coming


     undone, we are
jilted only by
     our presence


in gloom, time spilt
     around us, we
are lovers, ardent,


     resilient, a milt
language we must
     enter together.