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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 104. ...where I also live...
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“Where I also live” –
Two Adam Johnson Poems
for his belovèd, James Levondowski
Nocturne
October makes censers
Of these wooded places.
Out of the cool ether
Of darkness strike the
Branching crystals of trees,
By night's definition
Of a rarer substance –
The texture of bark
Is wholly light's privilege.
The path leads us to
A locked gate we climb. There is
Tension in our nearness –
The feel of you, our hands
Clasped in recognition
Of their own engaged warmth.
In embracing we earth,
Here, where a stream's course
Through banks of cypresses
Designs a garden,
The motion of its cool blade
As purposeful as blood.
Now the spell of your voice
Concedes to other sounds,
Falling into dark air
That cherishes each note –
This water easing
Over known rocks, through reeds,
The soft consent of leaves.
Drawing me close, there is
Nothing you would not give. [i]
Poem
I am also this water
and this rock,
And these furled leaves, that twist out
and become my hands.
I am the root of the first tree,
and a new forest:
The soil runs in my veins, seeking
its own river.
Walking through rain I can touch you,
for you wet my skin,
And we fall into step as you cross a street
in another city,
Or turn at the door of your own house,
where I also live.
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