Myth
For John B.

Staring into my eyes
he smiled
luminous with sheer joy
as I felt him feeling himself
dodging my shaky
unpracticed advances.

Terrified and jealous
of each other's self-hatred
we were staggering drunk
with the discovery
we could rub raw
and expose each other’s
pubescent secrets.

Backtracking now to
the other side of
the heavy dullness of grief
I find the birth
of an adolescent god
reckless in her creations
thoughtless of the havoc
they will cause
in the future.

A television projection
a scene in someone else's life -

the expired love's
life story resides
in my body still, where
wrapped in living tissue
it's speaking the form
of future generations.