whirlpool

I find you in the flow, in the eddies and currents

multi-hued lifeblood-

You’re a log; pinned in the current

becoming the fangs that tear apart the surge,

meaningless but seething.

empty in the sense that you’ve always been full.

cold in the way that I boil.

make sense of these words in the intangible substance

of bone. white in the eyes.

swirling down,

found, embracing in her rivers.

2/21/’22