Blood and flesh
You tell me to crawl
into the ragged slash
in your side and pull
the raw edges of flesh
together to enclose me
in the gory warmth of
your heartbeat, like
a babe at the breast,
like a love flesh to
flesh on damp sheets,
like reentering the womb,
like surrendering to the
formless white at the heart
of water, air, ore, sky,
plant, sun, star, cloud,
moon, blood and flesh.
Patrick T. Reardon
7.25.18
“Blood and Flesh” was originally published by Ground Fresh Thursday 9.23.17.
